Felicity Dean Nude Novels & Stories

Conrad scanned the parking area with his amber eyes before saying coldly, “Did you lie because this is the surveillance camera’s blind spot?” Felicity’s face turned pale in an instant. “I'm not lying!” Felicity cried out in tears as she struggled to stand up. The strong, independent Felicity Parker was nowhere to be seen. At the moment, she was just a pathetic woman who would go against her principles just to get a man’s attention.

I can’t believe he’s been standing here beside me shamelessly naked all this while with me also fucking naked. I blushed in embarrassment and closed my eyes when Natalie smiled at me. I can’t believe she watches her son walk around naked. “ I will be back in a minute,” she informed me and I just hummed. When I opened my eyes, she was no longer in the room but I could see silhouettes behind the white curtains. “ Are you alright?” That is Natalie’s voice. She must be talking to Theodore. “ I am not fucking alright, Natalie. It’s barely 24 hours she has been here but she already almost sent me to an early grave. That girl deliberately disobeyed me!” Came the sobbing voice of Theodore and my hea

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.

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."

She kicked off her covers and got off. Tiny particles of black sand fell from her pajamas. Felicity looked at it and smiled. She now knew that the man on the rock was real. His touch was something she wanted to feel again. The warmth he let her feel as well as the comfort was something she really desired. It was still night. So she decided to head to the kitchen.

Kisa saw his face and felt that it was hilarious. 'Could Davian actually be a pervert? He sure doesn't look like one!' Kisa thought. Felicity walked over in a few steps and covered Davian's eyes with a swift move. She closed into his ears and huffed softly, "Why? Doesn't my body look better than hers?" Davian angrily pried open her hands, "What are you up to again?" "Not doing anything at all!" Felicity sneered, glaring at him, "If you dare to look again, I'll claw your eyeballs out."

Stacey shoved Dean onto the old leather recliner they'd inherited from his parents taboo enough to spark their dirtiest shared dream. "Fuck me like the innocent stepdaughter you corrupt," she purred, hiking one leg over the armrest, exposing her dripping, cum-glazed pussy. Her fingers spread her lips wide, clit peeking swollen and red, begging. Dean's cock, perpetually hard in their frenzy, throbbed at the sight, a bead of precum welling at the tip.

I stared at the blazing lights before turning on my laptop. Felicity was livestreaming as she lay in a hospital bed. She had turned on a beauty filter. Although she was wearing a patient gown, she had tugged the collar extremely low. "I'm fine, everyone. I'm just a little shaken up," she said as she wiped her tears in front of the camera. "I think that Mrs. Gibbons just loves Henry too much. She probably can't bring herself to accept my existence. I don't blame her. I'm just glad that the baby's okay."