Cute Amy Novels & Stories

He said, "Well I have a special visitor for you. Your Luna and Beta Female wanted you to have a perfect birthday party, and she thought Miss Amy would help with that. Let's go over and meet her" When we got to where the photographer was set up, Miss Amy was standing on a royal blue rug, looking so regal and beautiful in her gold horn. Chloe took one look and started hugging Kayla and me. She said, "Thank you so much! I never thought I would get to have a real unicorn visit for my birthday!" I said, "Miss Amy is also here to take pictures with each of you girls so that you will always have something to remember this day". Who wants their picture taken with her?" We stood back as the girls to

“It was a mistake. Never doing that again. And now, I’m starting to regret this little outing.” “No, you’re not,” Amy said confidently, taking another bite of her cinnamon bun. “You’re secretly enjoying my company. Admit it.” He scoffed, but the amusement in his eyes betrayed him. “You’re delusional.” Amy laughed, the sound warm and infectious. “Keep telling yourself that, tough guy. But I think we both know the truth.” Lucas leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. “And what truth is that?” She leaned in, her voice lowering conspiratorially. “That beneath that gruff exterior, you’re actually a big softie. A cinnamon bun, if you will.”

he asked himself for the twentieth time. Amy's short curly locks made her look adorable and very sweet, but that obviously wasn't who she really was. The freckles on her cheekbones made her look young and innocent, but she apparently wasn't that either. Her hand was warm on his shaft as she gently pumped him, her mouth opening and encircling the tip. She moaned in pleasure as she tasted some of his pre-cum.

Amy followed Zion through the bustling lobby, her grip on his hand tightening with each passing moment. As they made their way to the elevator, Amy stole a glance at Zion, her heart fluttering at the sight of him standing beside her. But despite the prying stares and whispered conversations, Amy held her head high, refusing to let the scrutiny of others intimidate her. She was Amy Armstrong, CEO of Diamond Group, and she would not allow herself to be cowed by the opinions of others.

Carlton asked Michael, motioning to Amy. "She is my personal assistant. She had an accident in her face, ever since then, she had been covering her face," once Michael finished saying this, Amy coughed. It was a reflex action that she didn't have control over. "Amy?"

Theirs is another world in which we don’t fit. I turned back to look whether he is done with his conversation or not when an awful sight caught me. It’s Amy in a pink cocoon like jacket which is fleece, shearling and fluffy faux fur. I glued to where I am. She looked surprised. Eventually, the smug made appearance on her face. “Sista.” Her eyes grew wider which abruptly changed the expression. She took a step back, “Are you stalking us?” She questioned.

He tilted my head towards him and his lips found mine. “Hey, I saw you talking with a girl today. Do you want to tell me about it?” He asked and I knew he was doing his best to change the subject. I smiled up at him. “Her name is Amber and I don’t think she has many friends. She was nice and asked if she could sit with me. Maybe a new friend?” I said. “Maybe.” He said and smiled at me. I knew Jacob was tired and I stayed still when he closed his eyes and started to softly snore in my arms.

I hear myself say out loud, still stroking my dripping pussy and Amy nods tired, eyes half lidded. She looks like she just had the best time of her life, and nothing has been done to her properly yet!. “Should we try something?“ Killian asks both of us and meets my eyes with a devious smile on his devilishly handsome face…this is the man who's treating my twin as an angel. “What should we try daddy?“ Amy asks, finally gaining a bit of boldness, I love this look on her. She's on the chair, legs spread and pussy lips glistening with her own juice and cum, the only thing left is to take off that top.

She was truly happy. “Oh, Daisy, running as a wolf was amazing,” Amy gushed. “I love shifting and running through the woods and fields. Why was I ever frightened of it?” “She almost caught a rabbit,” Justin bragged. “You should see her run. Amy’s wolf is faster than mine.” Amy giggled and leaned against Justin. “I wasn’t going to hurt the poor bunny. I just wanted to see if I could catch it.” Justin kissed her cheek. “I know you didn’t want to hurt it. You are the sweetest girl. I’m glad you’re mine.”

I speak in an awkward way, trying to be polite, "Uh, hey, maybe you can see me standing next to him. And guess who I am? ...Well, he does have a wife, and that would be me ...Maybe he is not able to give you his number." The blonde girl glances at me and rolls her eyes, "I'm not talking to you, ugly pussy." Then she takes a paper strip out of her pocket with a number and bright red lipstick on it. She ruffles her hair and hands the strip to Ziv, "My name is Amy, I'm a student at nearby Compell Wolf College. This is my number. Baby, just call me maybe." "...uh," I look at Ziv overwhelmingly. Amy's pose is flirtatious. She looks even more beautiful than Lola, and she exudes a youthful and conf