Felicity Dean Nude Novels & Stories

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Elijah had really managed to make a big surprise for me. 'It is known that there are videos and photos circulating on the internet which show Felicity Rey in a club, along with a man. In the video and photos, Felicity is seen getting intimate with a foreign man, who is known to be a famous model named Juan Walter. Here are the videos and photos that are circulating now.' After that, the television immediately showed a video recording between Felicity and the man called Juan Walter. They were both kissing and dancing together. Of course I knew that it would happen. Given that I myself had recorded everything Felicity did at the club that night.

Felix drew out of her mouth and glanced down at tyler. Tyler’s movements became frantic, and he shoved everyone away. Felix stood to the side, Fritz backed off, and Cody took one step away from the bed. He grabbed her breasts, squeezed tight, and bounced them with his rapid movements, and suddenly his body seized. Devine felt the hot, wet cum shoot into her, and it was the most incredible sensation. She came all over again, barely able to take in oxygen as he pinched her nipples and jerked several tyleres before he was done.

Her fingers rake my scalp. I suck on her nipple as I slip one of my hands beneath the back of her panties to clutch one plump ass cheek. She reaches between us and rubs my hard cock. It quivers in my boxers and strains against her palm. Fuck. Does Felicity really want me that badly? Fine. If she wants my cock, she can have it. I unzip my pants and take it out of my boxers. Felicity gets off me and kneels between my legs. She wraps her fingers around my cock and licks the tip. It swells even more.

I won't allow him to do that. " So, do we need to kill that woman, friend?" Felicity said from beside me who just approached me looking stunning in her golden bead dress with a glass of champagne in her hand. She picked up the chocolate coated strawberry from the appetiser table behind me and bit on it " Yeah, I agree that she is a bitch. She has been trying to flirt with Easton for centuries and they have even slept with one another for a couple of times." " Felicity, what's the point of you telling me that?" I ask with gritted teeth.

Fuck. Footsteps shuffle in behind me, and when Chris, Trevor and Franklin see everything, they're at a loss for words that Chris, once again, ends with his commentary. "Holy fuck," he whispers in awe. And as if this couldn't get any worse, another woman exits out of the bathroom in nothing but a flimsy red thong on. I know her; how am I so damn stupid? Felicity laughs, a joint of marijuana in her hand, and after taking a hit of it, exhales the smoke in the air and continues laughing.

She was one small hand movement away from taking a picture of her naked breasts. The fourth photo was a bit confusing at first. It took me a moment to realize just what I was looking at. It was Cass back in the shower, and it only showed her face. Only she had what looked like a pretty good representation of cum trickled in glubs across her face! It was the closest I'd ever seen her to take a facial! Fuck, it was so naughty! I would never have thought my Cassandra would do anything like it. Cass had by now fished out my cock and stroked it slowly as I looked at the pictures.

She came with a sharp, high cry, squirting around his cock, the wetness mixing with pool water on the stone beneath them. Lucian still didn’t stop. He flipped her onto her hands and knees right there on the pool deck, yanked the bikini bottoms fully down her thighs, and thrust back into her from behind in one brutal stroke. One hand fisted in her wet hair; the other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise as he railed her. The sound of skin meeting skin was loud and filthy in the open air. Raya’s arms shook. Her heavy breasts swung with every deep thrust.

I couldn't wait to see them both bouncing beneath me as I fucked her missionary, but I didn't want to get ahead of myself. I was a man dying of thirst and Felicity was my oasis, and I wanted to take my time and savor the relief, not gulp it down and remain unsatisfied. "Open wide," I told her. "Let's see how much you can take." She looked up at me, and without being told, repositioned herself so she was on all fours in front of me, her beautiful ass and hips in the air. Her curves were magnificent, like a cello made by a master.

" I ignored his hollow excuses and found them utterly pathetic. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled my phone out and held it up to his face. A woman's coy, mocking voice sounded in the room. "Hello? Sadie Holten? How does it feel? Have you seen Zane's true nature yet? "I sent you the laptop on purpose. It was quite a surprise, wasn't it?" It was Cassie's voice, dripping with the smug triumph of a victor. Zane's body jolted. He stared at the phone in disbelief, then looked back at me as Cassie's voice continued. "Do you really think you've won? Zane loves me more now."