Carmen Amara Nude Novels & Stories

Amanda’s voice trembled so was her hands with her sharp fingernails digging a bit into my flesh. Her nails were newly and nicely done. They were unnoticable fake nails. If I don’t know her, I would have thought that it was her nails. It was green with red cracks all over. “W-Where?” Mandy cowered behind me. “A-At the upper right corner.” Amara was covering her eyes with her hand but still kept on snooping through the spaces between her fingers. I narrowed my eyes and focused on the upper right corner of the video. Behind her was a lady in red, floating. The lady’s head were tilting to the side. Her hair covered almost her entire face. She was hiding something behind her back.

Carmen kept her eyes closed, breathing heavily with each rubbing motion. The King grabbed Carmen by the hand and turned her gaze on him. "Remove your clothes!"he commanded. Carmen did so in quickly. And she was naked. The King also removed his clothes. "Turn around and bend." He said. Carmen did so quickly. The King massage Carmen's. Then put his dick inside of her. Carmen exhaled deeply in anticipation. The King moved inside of her, with a slow pace then increased his pace while slapping her butt softly.

he murmured under his breath, a faint smile playing on his lips. Amara continued her cautious movements, putting on the underwear beneath the shirt. When she finally took off the shirt, she put on the dress, sleeveless coral dress that reached her knees. Ruffles adorned the rim and the neck, adding a touch of innocence to the ensemble. Rhys felt the remnants of anger dissipate. He couldn't deny the allure she possessed, the way she controlled him. Amara turned around to face Rhys and met his amused gaze with a hint of shyness. The delicate dress clung to her curves, a stark contrast to the vulnerability in her eyes.

Amaryah also cared very much about her appearance, but she often overeats and does activities that would cause her scars. Gana sighed as she shook her head from left to right while watching her lady sneak up on a poor pheasant. She carelessly kneeled on the ground and dirtied her pants. After successfully jumping on the pheasant, she grabbed its tail and also quickly put a hand on its belly to pick it up. Amaryah stood up with a triumphant smile. She walked to her and proudly presented her hunt. Gana praised her and dusted her clothes for her. "Roast it deliciously, okay? And serve everything to me," Amaryah happily said.

I began to get a lump in the back of my throat as I watched a few beads of water roll from his shoulders and down his chest and abs. "I would turn around if you don't wish to see me change," he said. I couldn't make myself move. "I'm not shy." I caught the amused look in his eyes as he let the towel fall away from his torso. I had lied to him. I was extremely shy. The sight of his naked body, in all its glory and righteousness, in front of me made my cheeks burn and stomach twist. I swallowed the knot in my throat as I turned my attention to the ceiling, unable to boldly gaze upon his nakedness any longer.

When I returned, I placed it back in front of him, and he gave me a small smile. “Thanks.” I nodded. “You’re welcome.” Amara’s stare sharpened on me like she wanted to stab me with her eyelashes. I raised a brow instinctively. She didn’t like that. Her expression softened instantly into a fake smile before she turned toward Luna Carmen. “Luna, should we have a date? Just the three of us?” she asked, her tone eager and hopeful again. “Oh! Right? That would be great,” Carmen said, clapping lightly, already excited by the idea. She then looked at me. “Do you want to join us, Mina?”

But as I turned to leave, my foot caught on something—Medina’s outstretched leg. I crashed to the floor with a loud thud. My gown rode up, exposing my thighs. Drake’s gaze fell on me, his eyes lingering on the small tattoo etched into my skin. It wasn’t just any tattoo—it was the mark my mother had given me, my little “guardian angel.” I quickly pulled my gown down, covering myself. Drake’s eyes flickered with recognition before he turned away, his expression unreadable. Medina smirked, satisfied with her handiwork. She had tripped me on purpose.

“Isn’t that a bit... invasive?” Camille’s eyes narrowed. “She’s carrying his child. And you think I’m invasive?” The assistant scurried off. Camille picked up one of the photos—Amara smiling, unaware, sunlight catching her cheekbones—and frowned. “She’s not what she seems,” she muttered. --- Amara returned home that night with a head full of unsaid things. She stood in the bathroom, brushing her teeth, staring at herself. Not just at her face—but at the woman who had walked into a lion’s den in stilettos and walked out still standing.

She looked at Elena. “They replaced them.” Elena frowned. “Meaning?” Cassandra’s voice was steady. “There are two versions of Amara.” “The one the world sees…” “And the real one.” A quiet chill passed through the room. One hour later. The penthouse was quiet. Too quiet. Amara sat near the large window, staring out at the city. She looked small against the glass skyline. Fragile. Unaware of the storm surrounding her. Elena stepped into the room slowly.

BACKSEAT OF THE LIMOUSINE AFTER THE GALA PT 3 The driver remained silent up front, but both Amara and Roman knew he could hear every single sound from the back seat. The tension that had been building for the entire ride finally exploded. Amara hiked her shimmering silk gown all the way up to her waist. She wore nothing underneath. Her smooth, caramel pussy was already dripping wet, lips swollen and shiny. She reached down, wrapped her hand around Roman’s thick, rock-hard cock, and guided the fat head to her entrance.