Mila J Nude Novels & Stories

All he proved was that I made the right choice by bringing Katerina here. "Why are you in such a good mood?" a woman's voice asks sardonically. Sitting up, I see that Mila has arrived. She's wearing her typical outfit—I've never seen her in anything else—a pair of black jeans and a black tank-top, her cropped jacket shining the way well-worn leather does. Her short, raven-black hair bounces as she approaches. With her snowy skin, she might as well be a walking monochromatic photo. "I just learned I have the trump card to ending Yevgeniy right here under my roof."

They’re cold, so I move deeper into the spotless, fancy kitchen with mahogany cabinets and marble countertops, intending to reheat the waffles, hoping I find a microwave when I turn the bend. What I do find instead is Mila, sitting on the counter, drunk. In the dim light of the kitchen, she looks like a Hollywood actress during the golden age of Hollywood, ready to shoot a drunk scene. Mascara is running down her bloodshot, faraway eyes. A few hair rollers are still tucked in her curls, and she’s wearing elephant print pajamas, no bra, with an empty bottle of red wine on the counter before her, another bottle of Merlot in her hand. No glass cup either. She’s taking swigs.

They needed to make it worked, right? Aaric gritted his teeth, as he tried to cheered himself up because this was very devastating and he didn’t know whether it was right or not to do this. The only thing that he could say was for them to try this. “Whatever it is, it will be better than we don’t do anything and wait for me to disappear like dust,” Mila said, determination in her eyes when she said that. she looked very stunning with her black hair and black eyes. Actually, Aaric loved the way she looked right now, this made her looked more mysterious and beautiful.

I am just looking out for her so she won't fall for one of those fuck boys. Yeah... Keep telling your self that. The tiny voice in my head told me teasingly. **** Nigel left soon after. I made breakfast for Makaila and took it to her room. She was on the bed, curled up and looking for vulnerable, her long dark hair all over the place. Since she woke up, she hasn't spoken to me. And it was killing me. I hate to admit but Makaila has got to be the most natural girl I've ever seen. With her long caramel blond hair, her naturally tan skin and her full lips. I found myself comparing her to Bethany in my head and she topped Bethany ten times over.

The second the front door clicked shut and Julian’s car pulled away, Mila pounced. She grabbed Lydia by the hips and slammed her back against the counter. “Finally. Strip me. Right fucking now, you little slut.” Lydia’s hands shook with arousal as she obeyed. She pulled Mila’s tank top up and off. Mila’s full, heavy breasts bounced free, nipples stiff and begging to be sucked. Then she slid Mila’s shorts and soaked panties down her legs, leaving her completely naked. Mila’s eyes burned with lust. “Good little whore. Now strip for me. Slowly.”

Carl said arrogantly. "Idiot!" Mila grabbed the pillow and shot him with it. He chuckled. "What if I stepped out naked?" Mila asked. She sat on the cushionless sofa. At least the water dripping from her body would not ruin anything. "Oh, I told that guy you always walk out of the bath naked, that's why he remained outside. He is quite a gentleman." Carl continued to manipulate his phone. Mila knew exactly whom Carl wss referring to. She chuckled and went to fetch Emille.

All I wanted was for this farce to end quickly. "You want to settle this privately? Sure. First, return that 25 thousand dollars to me immediately. Second, publicly apologize to me and clear up all the malicious rumors you spread about me. Third, assume liability for your false accusations, malicious framing, and incitement of trouble." When Joana heard that I expected them to both pay up and take responsibility for their crimes, she immediately raged, "Are you trying to kill us? It's just a minor conflict between two lovers! Do you really have to be so ruthless?"

The doctor lubricated her finger and looked at her first. "Is there anything you would like me to know, Miss Carter?" The doctor asked her before checking her. Mila was scared. "I have not been touched, but I have touched myself. I do not know if it counts," She replied. The doctor laughed at her naivety. The doctor wrote it down and let her dress up, then went to call Vincent in. Mila backed him, scared of what he was going to do to her. "She is a virgin sir, she has confirmed it by herself," She told him.

She gasped in shock,her heart beating fast at the scene before her. Her mate,and closest friend Arnold is on top of a lady, the both of them were fully naked making love while the lady moaned in pleasure as he continued banging her hard. They were so engrossed in the acts of foreplay and did not sense her presence in the room. “Arnold…..,”Mila called out his name with a broken voice full of pain as tears streamed down her eyes silently. “How could you?” Arnold just stared at her without saying any word in response.His face was filled with anger at Mila obstruction.

It was just Mila and I, looking around as Peggy had excused herself earlier on, to go use the restroom. "This so beautiful. It calls to me" Mila dreamily said, as she pointed at a portrait of a young woman, playing in the rain with her child. I looked at her with interest as I smiled. "You want us to have children immediately?" She looked at me in shock as she choked on the wine she had just sipped from the champagne flute in her hand. "Come on now! Am I so repulsive that you don't see yourself having children with me?" I said casually, wanting to know her reaction. A couple had walked past us, and I was so sure they had listened in on our conversation, as they gave each other a knowing smil