Maddie Wright Nude Novels & Stories

Madison was currently lying on a king-size bed wearing nothing but dark red lace underwear. She's topless, with her breasts only concealed by flower petals. Her arms are crossed over her chest while the gorgeous and young photographer positioned above her takes a multitude of pictures. She performs her job professionally, but she still can't help casting a seductive smile at the man who has been staring at her intensely for a while now. Well, I wouldn't be surprised, given that my flawless body is fully exposed to his eyes, making me look like a goddess lying on the bed staring up at him.

As she began her alluring thirst trap dance one of the male customers purred and had his hand on his bulging crotch. “Strip, baby"He says... “Fuck, yeah.” His friend says with his throaty growl which sent a thrill through her. "Take it all off, baby; show us your pretty boobs"He says jeering on. She grabbed the hem of her tiny t-shirt and pulled it slowly over her head. The throaty groans of the two men sent shivers through her. It gave her the courage to do what she did next. Reaching back, she unclasped her lacy bra and let it slide off her as she moved to the music. Maddie was topless, she stood on the table before two strangers, men she had met barely ten minutes ago, with her pert size

Madden smirked, but she didn’t seem to care. “Oh, please.” Hanna walked closer to him. She pulled his tie, dragging him a little, but Madden didn’t move. She sat on his lap, then grabbed his chin. He watched her try. He didn’t want to stop her. He wanted her to continue trying until she got frustrated, then leave. She rubbed his chest, twerked on his dick, but his dick never stood. She stood up. Maybe it was time she left. But then she pulled her dress, revealing her body. It was left with panties and a bra. Within a minute she was fully naked. She didn’t look shameless.

Madonna was angry for what she feared happened last night but she was not as angry as she hoped she would be. "Here?" Dante ignored her and threw a phone tablet that landed beside her. "What's this?" She asked while picking up the tab. Madonna's eyes widened as she watched a video of her naked self sleeping soundly on the bed. The flipped and saw numerous pictures and videos of herself in different positions. There was no way she could deny it because her face was showing in every one of them and the mole beside her left nipple was enough to tell her it wasn't Photoshop. "Why?" Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked at Dante. Dante steeled his heart and showed no emotions, he is a man

There was a nervous look on which panic was evident. Even the white joggers were burning their feet. She was wearing jeans under a loose black T-shirt and was repeatedly wiping the sweat from her neck. The scarf wrapped around her neck was now getting wet. She had a random pair of hair, a heat-tolerant wrinkle on her forehead and black glasses over her eyes. She was looking around for a bus stop. The makeup-free white face was now red from the heat. In the heat of the moment, cars and buses raced through the streets of Bankstown. Then the bus stand was starting to appear. With a little courage, the steps also gained courage.

CHAD May 14th 2018 The door to my car jerks open and I watch as Maddie gets in and closes the door behind her. She's wearing a long blonde wing, a black floppy hat with dark shades that cover the majority of her face. Looks like she's auditioning for a movie scene in which she's a part of in reality right now. 'How to get away with kidnapping the greek-gods virgin' I give her a stern look as she pulls her glasses down the bridge of her nose with her eyes peering over the top, meeting mine.

“My big Alpha baby, do you miss Mama? Mama missed you more than anything in the world and Mama loves you." ‘Moon goddess, I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole. I can't live with this embarrassment. This humiliation.' I say in my head. When I open my eyes, I wished I didn't. The fire in my father's eyes could roast a marshmallow. “What the hell is wrong with you, Maddie. Nate is a man, you shouldn't be doing shit like that with him, especially in public." Here we go again. The unending argument.

Author's Pov.:- " Mr Wright, don't you wanna go rafting? " a model asked Maverick after sitting beside him. Sparring a short glance at her Maverick sifted in his place and hold his juice glass before shifting his eyes from the beach to Naitee who was sitting under the hut with a novel in her hand. Her baby blue colour bikini is suiting her personality. Her hair is tied in a messy bun while a big hat is on her head hiding half of her face underneath it.

I finish pulling my shirt off as my shorts and skivvies hit the floor. Maddie is standing there as flushed as I have ever seen her. I reach out unbutton the buttons on the front to realize there are only three and that's not how the dress comes off. I then quickly reach around for the zipper in the back and it comes down with a loud zipping sound. It's almost sounding like a rip but neither of us cared at that moment. It drops to the floor joining the other clothes. Maddie stands there in just a pair of skimpy, very sexy, pale yellow panties and her heels. Very erotic and sexy.

It was Maddie. My eyes were glued to that small window. Maddie was kissing some surfer dude. She was sitting on his lap, and her bare thighs were rubbing against him. He slid his hands under her shirt and in one swift move, her shirt was flying off to the floor. She let out a soft moan and tipped her head back as he started kissing her neck. With one hand, he unhooked her bra, and she let it fall to the ground. The guy moved to bury his face between her breasts, and she arched herself closer to him, still a moaning mess. He started kissing her breasts, and that was when I lost it. I couldn’t watch anymore.