Kendra Middleton Feet Novels & Stories

I asked before I reached for my phone that was under my pillow. Kendra turned from where she was standing and looked at me, “I have a busy day ahead, might be home late” she said before she hung her large handbag and onto her shoulder and walked towards the door quickly. “I’ll be performing in Edinburgh tonight” I said as I leaned back against my pillow, getting her attention almost instantly. She stopped and looked at me, “And…” she said before she slipped her phone into the back pocket of her jeans, making her eyes fall on her sexy behind.

I ask. “Her P*******t has a few. She has 3 of her favorites on her tablet.” "I guess we are picking one of those three.” Tamini blabs. “I'll make her choose one herself.” Kendall brings out a diary reading through it. “And oh I have her measurements waist 29 hips 44 if she's wearing a slim fit.”

“You won’t just claim me as your mate today, you’ll give me half of yourself.” Those were more words said to me earlier today by Kendra. For a reason I couldn’t comprehend, her words kept ringing in my ears again and again. I tried to stop it, but I realized it was impossible. “Do you think I’ll develop cold feet?” I asked my wolf. I just wanted to know. Before he could give me a response, Kendra showed up. Her dress was made from a soft silver silk that shimmered with every step. A thin crown of white roses sat on her dark hair, and her eyes had to be the highlight for me.

Austin inquired. She said as she opened the door, "Yh, I'm coming." "Oh my, she seems fairly good," Austin thought and could not help but admire Kendra's attire. Kendra carried a green purse to match and donned a knee-length, body-con dress highlighting her curves. Mostly because she left her long brunette hair, curled at the ends, to bounce on her back as she walked, she also wore scarlet heels with a height of 3 inches and a scarlet lipstick that matched it exactly.

They looked at Bart and he asked, "Are you sure this isn't going to cause us a problem? I don't want to lose either of you or Kendra over taking a dip in the pond." It was Kendra who surprised all of us when she pulled her shirt over her head, unsnapped her bra and then stood up and pushed both her shorts and panties down at the same time. She sat down on the edge of my blanket and took off her work boots. Then turned to Bart and asked, "Does this answer your question?" Both Alex and Jess sat still for a few seconds and just stared at Kendra. Kendra said, "Come on Bart shed those shorts, let's go for a swim. Oh Britt, would you please come in too."

I decide to connect my phone's Bluetooth to the speaker, and vibe to calming songs. “Promise not to drown Anastasia” Kendra tells me after I play the song. “I promise” Kendra grabs two floating tubes and hands one to me. She places hers in the water and lays over it. “That’s how it’s done” she tells me “I want my legs to be inside the water, so I’ll do it the other way” I tell Kendra. “Just be careful” she tells me, as she follows the rhythm of the song and the water, which leads her to the middle of the pool.

I feel wobbly, like I’m floating in space. Struggling to keep my eyes open, I turn around to see Kendra standing there, creamy and perfect, poured into a latex black dress that shows her curves. Her lips, those plump juicy lips painted pink… and her gorgeous eyes. Mother of the moon! Is she real? How did she get into the party? I stagger my way to her. Kendra is just one of those girls you can easily fall for. Beautiful, intelligent, funny with a gorgeous smile that’s so infectious. When you fall in, there is no fucking way out.

Apparently three seconds had been too ambitious. I went downstairs twenty minutes later wearing a black silk robe, my hair twisted up badly, no makeup except leftover lip balm from last night, and dignity still in the middle of rebooting. In the kitchen, Kendra was standing in front of the freezer with the expression of a young woman who had just questioned every life choice she had ever made. Her oversized hoodie today was gray, her socks still mismatched, one pink, one blue. Her hair was half tied back, the claw clip on top of her head like an emergency antenna.

I gave her a look. Kendra looked absolutely gorgeous, as usual. She was dressed in a blue and black corporate dress and she had black stilettos on her feet. Her dirty blonde hair flowed gloriously down to her lower back. Her milky skin looked clearer than the last time I saw her and she couldn't keep the wide grin that showed off her perfect dentition, off her face. She kissed her teeth, "How was LA? How is everyone?" "LA was good, Kendra, for real." I said, remembering how nice it was. "It was so nice to see everyone, you know? I wish I could've stayed longer."

ADOPTED HEIR **Kendrick. Kendra** Kendrick's P O V "Kendrick, just look at that pretty lady on television. Can you believe she is just 33 years old? She is the most popular and the most searched person now on the net. Everyone is talking about her. Her success, her beauty and her intelligence. I wish I can be in her shoe. I wish I can be her." Kendra said and sighed sadly. I lifted my eyes to stare at the television.