Kimberly Wyatt Nude Novels & Stories

It was sad that women behaved that way. I heard Victoria groan in annoyance. “Ugh, guess who’s making their way over here.” I turned towards where she was looking and wasn’t surprised to find Kimberly making her way over to us. She had on a sports bra that had to be padded as her small cleavage was practically up to her chin and a pair of spandex shorts that barely managed to cover her ass. I had to fight my eye roll harder than ever. Her honey blonde hair was up in a perfect ponytail and she even had some makeup on. Why wear makeup to training when it’s just going to sweat off anyway? Made no sense to me.

All she wanted was a little comfort from the earlier remarks in the audience. “No! I’ve had it with them! Who gives them the right to have a private room when an international model has to stay with the common model?” Kim angrily stated. “You could have stayed with us. We had the space for you,” Tabitha said. “And what? To be peeped by that MAN? How disgraceful! I’m glad I reported his ass to the media and had the authorities arrest him!” Kim said, not thinking over her anger. “Kim! You didn’t!” Francine replied in shock.

She thought she hadn't done anything since earlier. Nicholas smiled knowingly. His hands continued to affectionately squeeze and caress Kimberly's wrist. "Look at yourself, wearing only a thin towel that covers just the upper part of your body. Isn't that unintentionally teasing?" "Tsk tsk!" Kimberly sighed loudly and pulled her hands away from Nicholas's grasp. "Do you think I knew you would come home today? You suddenly walked into my room," Kimberly retorted. "Besides, even if I were completely naked, you wouldn't be tempted, would you? I'm self-aware that I'm not your ideal type of woman." Right after Kimberly finished her sentence, she casually let go of the towel wrapped around her bod

“Ask me to put some lotion on you so he can hear you.” “Kimber, would you put some lotion on me, please?” “Certainly.” She says and grabs the lotion bottle from my hand as she gets off of her lounger. Stepping over to mine, she kneels between my legs, facing me. She opens the bottle puts some lotion on her hands and rubs them together. Starting at my knees, she begins rubbing the lotion on my inner thighs and legs, really rubbing it in. It’s turning me on and I watch Patrick as he’s watching us. I pull my knees up and spread my legs. Kimber’s making this as sexy as she can, even putting my legs on her shoulders at one point.

“What’s it about?” Damien shot him a look. “Someone made a damn video of me and Kim… naked. In our bed.” My cheeks burned just hearing him say it. Roy’s eyes widened, and he let out a low whistle. “What the—? That’s insane.” Damien turned to me immediately. “Where’s Ella?”

Amelia? What the fuck was she texting me for? So she's bold enough to text me now? I hissed. Guess I'll have to correct that impression. Can't have her feeling bold enough to do that now can we? Not bothering to go through it, I tapped on Kim's message instead. A sharp breath escaped my lips. "Fuck." A short video of Kimberly in nothing but a sexy red G-string, twerking her thick well-oiled ass, cheeks clapping against each other, increasing the tempo from fast to slow.

he said, glancing at Kimmy. Kimmy tried to laugh. “Yeah, turns out you have a lot of fans, Mr. Cold.” “Now they know who’s capable of changing me,” Grayson replied, looking at her meaningfully. Kimmy lowered her head, her cheeks warming. But deep inside, her anxiety grew stronger. The post wasn’t just a photo — it was a public declaration that she was Kimberly. But she wasn’t. Elsewhere, a woman stared at her phone screen, frowning. It was Kimberly Chandra.

Kimberly steps closer, her perfume sharp and sugary, suffocating me. She crouches slightly, lowering her voice, as if sharing a sweet secret instead of carving me open right in front of her. " It's poetic, isn't it?" she whispers, eyes glittering with cruel pleasure. "The wolf less sister preparing the future Luna. Helping me slip into the lingerie he'll rip off with his teeth tonight." A soft, broken inhale escapes me before I can stop it and Kimberly's smile widens. She lives for my pain. Relishes it.

ADRIAN She arrived at seven exactly. I had both cameras running before she even stepped onto the paper. One on the tripod for the wide angle. The handheld ready on the table. The lights were set softer than usual so every wet detail would read cleanly on the footage. Kimberly took off her coat, walked to the center of the seamless, and stripped without being asked. Naked. Waiting. Eyes on me. “You know what tonight is,” I said. “Yes.” “I’m going to fuck you on camera. You’re going to stay in the poses I give you and take it. If you need to stop, say so. Otherwise you hold still and let me work.”

"You're nuts, talking about repayment with a tycoon's son? Focus on extracting value from him. Slip this into the porridge. It's potent; he'll crave you." Kimberly frowned, knocking the powder packet into the sink. "Hey!" Cheryl yelped in distress. "What a waste! That stuff's expensive!" She met Kimberly's icy glare and clamped shut. "I'm not like you. I won't use dirty tricks to screw people over," Kimberly said. "Even if Elmer never touches me post-wedding or cancels it now, I won't complain. If you pull this crap again, I won't hesitate to expose your past. Mrs. Shaw despises you. If she knew..."