Melissa Stark Legs Novels & Stories

Melissa shrugged her shoulders, "I wouldn't either." He hated when Melissa was right, but she usually was. Melissa oftentimes got on his nerves. She was his closest friend that remained with him after high school, and who moved four hours down from their home city to Rickpark, pursuing her own dreams and helping Eric achieve his. Eric's wanted to become a writer, and believed finding connections in the literary industry was an easier route, while Melissa wanted to become a dancer, and Rickpark was famous for having made dancers become known around their industry.

I watched her walk out wrapped in a towel like nothing happened I stayed under the cold water a little longer, trying to calm down. This visit was going to ruin me. And I couldn’t wait. I managed to get through the rest of the morning without letting Jane notice anything. She finished her work call, we all went for the hike she planned, and somehow I kept my hands to myself while Melissa walked in front of us in those tight black leggings, swaying her hips like she was aware of what she was doing to me. By the time we got back home late afternoon, we were all sweaty and worn out.

This was until the clubhouse door opened and a five-foot-seven-inch beauty stepped inside, making my dick throb. Long tanned stretched legs out from the bottom of cut-off jean shorts that didn't leave much to the imagination. She wore black heels that I pictured wrapped around my ass I fucked her. My eyes traveled up her torso to see her stomach exposed between her shorts and grey v-neck tee as her perky breasts just about exploded out the top. Her long, blonde curls framed her face and fell just below her tits where my eyes landed on a petite version of my own cut. Melissa. Fucking. Dunkens.

"Fine. Just... finish it." He walked away without looking back, without sparing me any glance. As soon as his footsteps faded, Melissa turned to me. The fake "worried" look was gone. She looked at the blood on the floor, then at the whip in her hand. She walked over to my cell and smiled. "You really thought you could win, didn't you? You really thought you could steal my man from me, huh?" she whispered so only I could hear. "A common girl with a lucky womb."

"Don't stare at me as though you don't know what I'm talking about." She swallowed painfully. "I don't." "I can hear you breathing fast." "Because you are intimidating me." She challenged. "We both know that's a lie," Damien said, then looked down at her legs. "Why are your legs squeezed together? You are trying to ease some tension aren't you?" "Get the hell away from me!" "On one condition." She glared at him. "I know you are so wet down there." "I'm not." "Prove it!" Melissa's eyes went wide, not believing his guts.

It had been years since she had had a standing orgasm brought on by someone else. Melissa was half-a-head shorter than her mother, but she was trim, fit, and deceptively muscular. She took Cassandra under the arms, lifted her up, and plopped her cum-wet ass on the cold granite tabletop. She pulled her shorts and panties off her legs, knocking off her flip-flops on the way. She then pushed her legs apart, leaned down, and planted a loving kiss on her mother's pussy-lips.

I retorted, relishing in the way she cringed as she looked at her dress, a small drizzle had begun, making the mud stains worse. “You better leave Melissa, and don't show up here again.” I turned and began walking into my mansion when Melissa called out. Jesus, this woman is problem with legs. I turned to see Melissa on her knees and It was my turn to cringe. “Please Thane, take me back.” she pleaded. A single tear rolled down her cheek. My mouth went dry. There were different kinds of weird. There was the kind where Paul smiled like a nerd and fumbled with his glasses. There's the kind where you can only stare with your mouth agape. This, however, was strange, unusual.... suspicious.

Melissa was so terrified that she dropped to her knees, scraping them and making her legs all bloody. She begged me, "I was wrong, Mr. Stewart. I was so wrong. Please spare me! I'll serve you for the rest of my life!" I walked up to her and kicked her straight into a grave that had been dug out. After falling to the bottom of the pit, Melissa struggled to crawl back out, all the while saying, "I was forced to do everything. I'm just an employee. I was just carrying out Ms. Fuller's orders!"

"What are you doing? Why did you throw my seashell?" Melissa had scoffed with utter disdain. "I have no idea why my dad wants me to play nice and be friends with a walking corpse like you. "Listen up, my name is Melissa Wright. I never make friends with weaklings. I don't care how powerful your family is. One day, I'm going to surpass all of you!" Watching her turn around and walk away, Regina was so consumed with rage that she coughed up blood and collapsed right on the beach. But maybe she wasn't meant to die just yet. Right around that time, news of a traditional medicine practitioner reached her parents' ears.

Now it was a short dress as it was reaching till her upper thigh, making her milky white legs shine in the dim light. "Told you! You are gonna regret it!" Anastasia snapped Melissa with a smirk while blood kept oozing out of all the bad cuts given by these two monsters, Richard and Melissa. "How dare you?!" Richard growled at her loudly and came toward her in full speed to attack her. Before anyone could say anything, she raised her leg and gave a full forced kick on his chest, flying him across the room. She walked toward him slowly while he kept whimpering on the floor. She took the gun which dropped from him when he fell on the floor.