Emily Wickersham Hot Novels & Stories

She was a good kisser. Emerald Smith, making out with Sasha Pierson, the perfect cinematography to any lesbian porn video ever shot. The crowd that swelled up the boundary around these two begun to cheer triumphantly as the make out session ensued. Sasha's hands slowly lifted the hem of Emerald's shirt , exposing the butterfly tattoo carved on her lower back. Zac and I share cunning winks as he saluted me with his tumbler cup filled with booze.

Jacqueline, a plump lady with an untamed bubble gum pink curly hair, who was the second witch on her team stood behind the door. As soon as she saw Emily, her warm smile fell off her face. Her mouth propped open. Emily gestured for her to come in, she stepped in carefully, the state of Emily's apartment made her jaw slack wider. "Em, did you fight with a troll or siren?" She deadpanned. Emily shrugged,

Emily then wiped off the lipstick marks on his collar. She raised her cool eyes, scrutinizing, and uttered, "Derek, let's have a nice chat." "What do you want to chat about?" Gimson looked at Emily with interest, admiring her scarlet lips and slim figure. Even he had to admit that she was a first-class beauty. He stepped forward and suddenly hooked Emily's chin. In the next second, he noticed a hint of disgust in Emily's eyes. "You hate me?" Gimson asked in a low voice.

As soon as she sat down, I said, "Get up." Janice and Lacy didn't expect Emily to be so bold. They both came over and said, "Emily Welch, are you that undisciplined? Get up quickly!" "No, I don't want to." Emily didn't want to get up at all. She touched her thigh and said, "Alas! Mr. Shelton is so amazing. His cock is so large. And he is so long-lasting. As he f**ks me, I enjoy myself so much."

"Yes, Uncle." "Then, I will make that." He turned to Nikky, "Let's get to. the kitchen, I will get you a snack." Nikky followed excitedly, and Niccy stroded behind quietly. The only remnants in the room, was Emily and Natasha. Emily fiddled with the hemline of her dress timidly, she was living in the Hart household, and she didn't know her title, she was just a bastard, an unwanted thing, that disrupted their peace.

Emily entangled one of our hand together, while her other hand was caressing my face and she whispered “Just enjoy it niecey, and don’t scream much, because you will soon see the reason why I prefer Pussies over dicks.” Having whispering this, she slowly and intentionally pressed her pussy tightly over mine and the sensation was new. My mouth parted opened and I was trying to take in sharp breaths. She moved her hips, crunching our pussies together. I gasped immediately, my face knotting with the moan which threatened to split from my mouth. Emily pressed her finger over my mouth. “I told you, this is fucking Insane.” She paced up, riding on me vigorously and aggressively that it was shuttin

she walked away as quickly as her legs could carry her, making jyh ladies laugh after Emily closed the door “ she deserved that anyways!!” “ you can say that again!!” They both sat on the bed and laughed for the longest time, “So about the secret, I wanted to tell you!!” Cassandra sat up as she had been expecting her friend to tell her about the secret for quite some time now “ I saw a werewolf!!” Emily said looking at her friend with her eyes wide open They hiths tared right at eacjityer but suddenly, Cassandra busted out laughing, “You can't be serious right now you know ?”

"Oh, Emily, what happened to you? Are you okay?" Emily's reaction was swift and fierce. She flung his hands away, her eyes blazing with a warning. "Don't touch me!" Amelia stepped forward, her voice laced with feigned worry. "Emily, darling, we were worried sick about you. Are you alright? What happened?" Emily's gaze narrowed, her eyes darting between Jackson and Amelia. She knew their concern was a ruse, a ploy to manipulate and control. She refused to play along, her silence a defiant shield against their false empathy.

Zack asked, always curious about Emily's true identity. Since Amber brought Emily to this house, she had never told or explained Emily's real background. So Zack was truly left wondering who Emily really was. Is it true that Emily is an omega? Zack felt the need to uncover this. So far, Amber had always concealed Emily's background and where she found her last before bringing her to live in this house. Zack desperately needed answers to his curiosity. Now Zack had an additional task: to trace Emily's past before meeting Amber.

It showed Emily doing something like a video shoot. "That’s her," Val replied, finally finishing and breathing out in relief. "She’s running a wig advert for Amelia." Mason looked surprised. "Wig advert? For Amelia?" He had no idea Amelia was into wigs. "Yep," Val said as she saved her work and stretched her body tiredly. "Do you need a massage?" Mason asked with a sweet smile, looking down at her warmly. "I really need it," she replied without hesitation. Mason smiled and began massaging her shoulders gently. Val closed her eyes and relaxed into his touch, letting out soft sighs of comfort.