Francesca Mills Nude Novels & Stories

I moaned as Niku moved about with a third camera and filmed me. "Let's get her naked and see how hot she is," Mrs. Miller said and moved behind me. She unzipped my dress. "I bet she's adorable." Mr. Miller watched, his cock twitching before him, as his wife worked the zipper down the back of my dress. She shoved off the cloth from my shoulders. They slipped down my body. I trembled as my breasts came into view.

"Amelia darling!" I hear Francesca's silky voice call out the instant I step foot into the small upmarket boutique. Her body looks like a replica Barbie, completely on display in a tight pair of black bike shorts and and Gucci top with a belt secured tightly to her tiny waist. She wraps me in a hug as she continues to speak.

"I will in a moment, first of all, I have a surprise for you. So put the iPad down on the bed, so you can't see for a minute, I'll tell you when you can look. Gabriel and Nick looked at each other and then put the device screen down on the bed. Millie jumped out of bed and placed her iPad on the bedside table. She took the hem of her stripey night-shirt and pulled it over her head, turning she checked her appearance in the full-length mirror. Millie laughed as she looked at her outfit. The shiny black PVC corset baring her breasts, her nipples pebbled in the cooler air, feeling instantly tight. She shivered with pleasure causing her breasts to jiggle. The corset ended at her hips, with suspe

The henchmen released his grip on Francesca’s hair, dipped the gun into his holster, and grasped her two arms back. "Let go of me," Francesca demanded as she struggled to wiggle out of his grip. Another man approached Francesca and tore her garments in half, causing her huge breast to bounce out free in a jiggle. He took hold of the waistband of her pants and pulled them down from her waist all the way down to her leg, displaying her lovely, trimmed pussy for everybody to see. Francesca was mortified as she stood completely exposed in front of everyone's gaze. She tried to wrap her arms around herself to conceal her nakedness, but the man behind her restrained her by tightly gripping her arm

Nothing immediately stood out–until I saw a folder labeled Emilia. My stomach clenched as I reached for it. Flipping it open, I expected to see outtakes from the shoot. Instead, I found something worse—secrets. Photos that had nothing to do with modeling and everything to do with blackmail. The first image stopped me cold. Francesca, wrapped around an infamous therapist to the elites. His name alone was scandalous, tied to more than a few high-profile breakdowns. And beneath the photos, a mention of a video. My pulse hammered.

Claire Miller spent the entire morning in a haze of nerves and filthy anticipation. She stood in front of her full-length mirror for almost forty minutes trying on different outfits before settling on the most shameless one. It was a white, ultra-sheer sports bra that was barely more than a crop top and matching white micro shorts so thin they were practically see-through. The fabric clung to her body like a second skin. Her nipples were clearly visible through the material, and when she turned sideways, the outline of her shaved pussy lips showed obscenely if the light hit her just right. She looked like a whore trying to pass as a gym-goer.

Nigel asked. "W-what do you want to talk about?" . . "Perfect!" Francesca exclaimed with delight when her order from a luxury boutique finally arrived. She quickly ripped open the paper bag and pulled out a daring sleep lingerie. She walked over to the mirror and held it up against her body, which was clearly smaller for her bigger frame. Just then, her bedroom door swung open and her father peeked in. "Chesca..." Francesca hastily stuffed the lingerie back into the paper bag. "Yes, Dad?"

Jessica huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, which only serves to push her breasts up. ‎Francis doesn't even look embarrassed. "Hi, I'm Francis. I’ve... I've always admired you from the window," he stammers. "I’ve spent hours imagining you naked every time you go on a run. I’m a painter, Jessica. Seriously. Do you have any idea how your curves are built? Would you... would you let me do a nude portrait? I’d pay. No face, just... the body. It’ll be a masterpiece." ‎Jessica huffs a laugh. "Does your girlfriend know you’re hitting on her arch-enemy while she’s in the shower? Or is the 'art' just an excuse for you to be a creep?”

He briefly considered checking his phone, but the girls emerged a minute later and walked over to where they would be filming and taking photos. "Okay," Camille said. "Here's what we'll start with." She started telling Sara what to do, and the girl responded well, still smiling widely and looking ridiculously cute. She started out dressed in a sexy schoolgirl outfit, plaid skirt and everything, and by the end, she was down to nothing but her skin. Duncan smiled when he saw that she'd cut a heart into her pubic hair. Camille spent another few minutes taking solo nudes of her and then looked over to where he was waiting.