Millie Kent Nude Novels & Stories

Mildred laughed and said, “She peed her pants.” Sure enough when Michelle came back in the whole front of her blue jeans was wet but she didn’t seem to notice or care. The wine had finally gotten to her and to Mildred too. I watched as Michelle said that it was hot in the cabin and then slithered out of her wet jeans and threw off her shirt. She sat down in her bra and panties. Her wet panties allowed me to see the fancy hair cut on her pussy. It was just a landing strip above her slit. She sat very unlady like with her legs spread. The wet panties were plastered against her pussy outline and I finally saw my first camel toe that all the boys talked about, but I actually saw one, they hadn’t

Mills positioned himself between her legs, her underwear could not be considered underwear for a woman of character, with the fashion it was made with strings, Mills could take her without having to remove it as there was no coverage to her core. Eveline was wet from the suspense. “Now, now, Evelin, why don’t you relax”? Mills bent down, tracing his hands on her lap and down to her base, Evelin was moaning and vibrating from his touch. Mills parted her inner lips with his fingers, revealing her bud and the slimy fluids that exposed her illicit desires.

-Lindy Can't stop love -Mill I love that song so much. -Lindy I smiled. And now I'm off to your I*******m babe. Do you have nudes there? ;)-Mill PERVERT!!! -Lindy I laughed. I was joking. -Mill I opened her I*******m and saw a few pictures of her. There was a picture of this Starbucks coffee, a piece of chocolate cake, a sunset photo, her OOTD, her nails done colored with pink, this one she said it was a ponytail day, her birthday dress, and a few selfies.

Millie stopped in front of it, staring at the rippling surface, trying to steady her breathing. Behind her, Nina lingered silently until she was approached by someone. Millie turned her head to look. It was the same woman she’d noticed earlier during dinner—the older one in the sheer, elegant gown that clung to her curves like liquid silk. Beside her stood the young man, now completely naked. His lean, toned body gleamed under the lantern light, and Millie’s gaze unwillingly dropped to his exposed cock. He smirked, seemingly unfazed by her obvious discomfort. Her cheeks burned as she quickly looked away, her attention snapping back to the fountain.

The door creaked open, revealing my mate’s sanctuary. “Will you help me change?” Millie asked as I eagerly nodded and began helping her undress. I unzipped her gown, and I felt myself hold back my urges from sinking my teeth into her tan flesh. I let the dress fall to the ground and saw Millie step out of it. Millie stood facing away as I scanned her body, admiring her curvy, delectable freckled back and perky bottom, which looked like a Goddess of Summer before me. I let out a loud rumble.

She pinched her arms to make sure that she was awake. She removed her tent-like night dress. Her old self was obese. She weighed two hundred fifty kilograms. She looked older than her age! But now... "Look in the mirror, Millie Baby! You're slim and young and pretty!" She twirled around. Dancing while naked. Her breasts were the right size. Bouncy and bubbly. These would get the boys wild! "Boys, get ready! Millie Baby is here!" Her hands gathered her breasts and pushed her body forward. She pouted and puckered her lips.

Roberta's POV The door swung open. What I saw almost stopped my heart. Millie was on top of Jace. Her body was moving. She was in a short black lingerie gown barely covering anything. Jace had nothing on. Their heads snapped toward me. His hands were still on her hips. For one second, nobody moved. Then Jace cursed under his breath. “Oh shit. Roberta— damn it. Can’t you knock?” Millie climbed off him slowly like she had all the time in the world. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked to my vanity chair. Sat down. Crossed her legs. Like she had always sat there, many times before.

Every time I look, I feel worse, every time I look, I spend hours scrolling through evidence of my own irrelevance. But I look anyway. Millicent's face fills the screen, she’s radiant in a way I never saw when she was mine. She's at some charity event, standing between Damon Hale and an older man I recognize as Kent Henry, her biological father, the billionaire who appeared out of nowhere to claim her as his heir. She's wearing green. She always looked good in green, I used to tell her it washed out her complexion, because I didn't like the way other men looked at her when she wore it.

Even Miranda, who grew up in California knew who that couple was. “Do you have any evidence to support that scandal, Kelly? It would only be a rumor if we don’t have any evidence,” I inquired hopefully. Kelly grinned at me and dotted something on her phone. A few seconds later when she presented a few photographs right in front of my face. It was Aerah with Finn Johnson, both naked and together on the same bed. She slid the photos several times to show me more pictures, making me smile even more. Gross. “Oh, I found a video, too. Geez, this is a sex scandal.”

It’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.