Brittany Williams Nude Novels & Stories

She looked at us and smiled, “What? No hanky-panky this morning? I was listening so intently for someone to start stirring the spaghetti.” I shook my head at her, “Gross.” Taran looks at her, then at me. Confused, he asks, “What does she mean?” I let out a sigh, “Brittany thinks sex sounds the same as stirring noodles….” “It does! You can’t deny that.” Brittany says in defense. Taran still looks confused. I turn towards him, “Brit is upset she didn’t hear us having sex.” “Why would she want to hear it?” He asks.

I needed to know what I was looking at. “Are you feeling alright, Bethany?” The thin woman asked in a whisper. She was talking to me. I must be in Bethany, whoever that was. I nodded Bethany’s head. The other woman seemed to relax. “She’s doing Bryant now.” She pointed with a nod. I looked where she pointed and saw Madison standing nude with a man in sweatpants and a t-shirt kneeling in front of her. She was holding his throat and he was vowing to serve me and Conric or die. I felt a deep sense of pride. She was perfect.

Brittany handed the laptop over to her before joining me on the bed with her arms crossed and puffed up red cheeks. Isabella typed furiously for what seemed like hours yet it seemed like a few minutes before she said it's done. I thanked her before she left and Brittany hogged the laptop again. "Hey check this out" she said and I walked over to her. "She had a damn password to save a few videos" well that is odd. "guess she has a video of herself being a slut" she mused as I clicked on the first video curiously. What I discovered shocked me to the core. I wasn't expecting this.