Maddy Perez Novels & Stories

her legs shook. “Don’t let go, Maddy.” “I’m not,” she whimpered. I sank my hand lower, my fingers finding her entrance and then I pushed one finger in. “Ahhh, fuck, your finger is inside me, Doctor,” her voice sounded like she was going to sob. She had definitely not had anything inside her before. I fucked her with one finger, slowly, feeling her warmness and how tight her pussy sucked my finger. “Ohh—ahhh... mmph,” she cried when I stretched her open by adding another finger. Her arousal coated my fingers, helping me move better as I curled my fingers in her and fucked hard.

I finally stopped right outside the lecture hall, noticing the current class inside was still wrapping up. I checked my watch again. Ten minutes left. To pass the time, I pulled out my iPhone, mindlessly scrolling through the chaotic feed of the campus community platform until a specific headline caught my eye, making my thumb freeze entirely. Last Friday Night's Rager: Did Maddox Fuck a Guy? What!

Destroying someone on the Internet is too easy nowadays. Seeming to remember something, Andrea continued, "Oh, right. Mr. Lazaro calls this woman Maddy. I definitely heard it right. Several times when he was drunk, he mumbled that name. How's that for information?" When he heard the nickname Maddy, Felix pretty much guessed that Bazzo really did know Madeline. Just as Andrea said, it might just be a small card. But if someone in Yartford saw Madeline, her reputation would be totally ruined.

It was just surprising that he was flaunting a woman in the face of the paparazzi. Her voice was calm as she responded to Madison as if this was the first time they met. “You are indeed a crazy fan. I loved designing that dress, and it looks great on you,” she complimented without casting another glance in Ezrah’s direction. The sight of him and Piper was already enough to arouse all the buried emotions. For a moment, Madison’s problems seemed forgotten, and the beam on her face remained. Her excitement of seeing Zora after over two years in person was exhilarating.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

"Damn, it couldn't have changed that much in six fucking months." We cut through the tables and make our way toward the dance floor. Maybe there was someone interesting along the way. Maddy spots Anthony across the dance floor leaning on the stage and starts to walk toward him. Ant sees her and starts to smile his stupid ass cheesy smile. Maddy was one of those chicks who was the center of attention when she walked into a room. She had long black hair with dark brown eyes that would cut through your soul. She was super pale, but it worked for her. I'm sure being stacked with DD tits and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of helped a lot too. She was that friend that every girl needs. Drop

Philip frowned as he thought about anything else he could do to let that bitch know not to mess with him. Maddy was in a restaurant having a light lunch, her morning sickness had passed and she was always hungry. “Good day miss, it’s full in here can I sit with you?” A soft feminine voice came from behind Maddy’s back. “Sure, let me clear the space for you.” Maddy picked up her laptop, closed it and put it in her bag. She shifted a few things to allow the lady to have her space. “Thank you. Your face looks familiar.” “Oh, I used to work in a club as a dancer,

She’s wondering at first why his uncle’s pet seems not getting tired—and that’s because he’s taking a tablet to make his boner stay longer. Maddy has that sex craving and if she wants it, she must do it. She’s being a sex monster. She can also hold a long duration of sex with five men. Well, she tried it once, with her co-models after a chill party. And if she can’t do what she likes, she’s getting insane. Seems like she had some sort of mental illness.

Eliza's POV; I stare curiously at my computer's screen as the cool night's breeze blows into my partly lit room through my window. I inhale in pleasure as it cools off my skin. I do want to be beautiful. I want to make an impact. I want to prove everybody wrong, and storm the world. I want to make fame at a rate that will shock my family. However, is this pop-up legit? Will it answer all my questions and grant my wishes?

I’m the bitch. What the hell is wrong with me? I continue to push through the drunk crowd dancing on the loud floor, seeking freedom from both girls and the party entirely. I desperately need quiet and peace. I have frustrations to settle, not some two random girls expecting happily ever after from me. “And I am Madison; you can call me Maddy,” someone among the girls proclaims. Okay, that gets my attention. I spin around furiously. “What the fuck?” I partially yell, startling quite a few people around.