Maya Higa Nude Novels & Stories

“See? You like it.” Maya’s hips twitched helplessly, betraying her. “Zoe…” Zoe leaned in, nipping at her neck. “Say hi to them while I make you moan.” Maya whimpered, shaking her head. Zoe tilted her chin toward the camera. “Smile, baby. They’re paying for this.” Heat surged through Maya’s veins, shame and arousal twisting together until she could hardly tell them apart. She glanced at the screen, at the flood of filthy comments cheering her on. Her lips parted, a broken little sound escaping.

Finally, I found her. Maya. She was in the farthest stall, her back against the door, her legs spread. She was wearing a skirt and a blouse that was now unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of her white lace. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, her mouth was now open in a moan. Her hand was between her legs, her fingers moving in a slow, rhythmic motion. She was completely lost in her own world, unaware of my presence.

It then pounced and morphed midair landing on it's feet in human form. "Ahhh...", Amanda's words were cut off when long claws quickly buried deep in her throat. I froze at what l was seeing. In front of me, there was no one else but a fully naked Zara with her long claws buried in Amanda's throat. Without any mercy, she ripped her throat out. Blood spluttered from her wound and her mouth as she fell dead on the floor.

"What's wrong?" "Damn," Maya breathed, shaking her head as if to clear it. "I didn't know your brother had such a... hot body." I blinked. "What?" "I just passed the living room," Maya continued, her voice gaining a little more volume as the shock started to wear off. "He was sitting there on the sofa. Shirtless. Hazel, his shoulders... they’re like this wide." She gestured with her hands, indicating a span that was almost comical. "And those tattoos? I didn't get a good look this morning, but seeing them up close... wow."

“I’m going to shift. Keep your eyes on me.” I unbutton my jeans, throw my trousers aside, and look up. Maya has her eyes closed and her head turned away. “Maya!” I snap. “Look at me.” “No,” she says stubbornly. Well some things never change. “I still have my underwear on. You won’t see anything.”

Cousins and uncles milled about, laughter echoing from the deck while kids chased each other near the water’s edge. Maya moved through the crowd with a carefully practiced smile, her white sundress swaying gently against her thick thighs. Underneath, she still felt the lingering effects of Richard’s training from earlier. Her ass was tender but pleasantly full from the plug he had removed only an hour ago, and her pussy throbbed with fresh wetness every time she remembered how deeply he had taken her. She carried a tray of corn on the cob to the long outdoor table, trying to focus on casual conversation while her body betrayed her with constant reminders of her forbidden secret.

Maya continued, grinning. She wore a black lace top with a neckline that highlighted those fantastic tits, and a high-waisted skirt that wrapped her hips and reached over her knee, I didn’t dare imagine what view it gave to her long legs, especially in that position. Maybe that night I would have fucked her right in that position, lifting her skirt from behind as I took her and she moaned my name. Maybe I need to calm down. "You look like you’re waiting for someone," Maya said as she pulled herself up and went around the armchairs, sitting gracefully on the one next to me and crossing her legs.

] My hand froze over the screen. That nickname… Fucking weird. But what was weirder? The contact was pinned to the top. The phone buzzed again. This time, it was a picture. I shouldn’t look. This was Maya’s business. But my eyes were already locked on the screen. The photo showed a set of black lace lingerie. So sheer it was almost transparent. Next to it… My face burned. Things I’d only seen in movies. Bondage gear. My heart pounded. Maya was into…

It didn't show any cleavage, but it didn't need to; there was no question who had the biggest breasts in the room. As I moved into the center of the room and placed the speaker on the ground, I finally spotted Maya. She was in the little kitchenette area fixing herself a drink. Maya is the most reserved of the bunch but has always been my favorite of Rachel's friends. She's a petite girl, a mix of Japanese (her mother) and Vietnamese (her father). She typically wears glasses and dresses pretty conservatively but is nevertheless very pretty, in a bookish sort of way. But that night she looked very different. Her glasses were gone, and she was wearing a very short, black skirt that showed off

Disengaging from the kiss, Maya gasp for breath but I didn't even let her take a break before I grabbed the hem of the nightgown and yanked it up roughly, pulling it over her head in one swift motion. Now she was in her full naked form and I licked my tongue as I take in her full well endorsed shape. The boobs….are wow Maya gasped again as she saw herself naked in front of me, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, but I didn’t let her. I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head as I pushed her back onto the bed.