Mira Murati Nude Novels & Stories

Mira Aura suddenly showed a wicked smile. She looked at Egan, using the lowest volume to say: "Egan, the baby in Nadia's belly is seven months old, don't you want me to throw it away for you?" Egan trembled violently, his forehead was sweaty, trying to suppress his fear and said: "Madam, please don't do anything wrong! I promise I will definitely fulfill your purpose quickly, is that all right?" Mira Aura nodded in satisfaction, smiled and said: “Give you ten more days, in these ten days you have to complete everything. After saying that, Mira Aura left Egan alone on the chair. Unexpectedly, Egan's inner secret he kept hidden for so long was soon discovered by Mira Aura. His secret is Nadia.

His fingers elongated, tips sharpening into obsidian claws. The handle turned. The door swung open. Mira walked in, carrying a stack of textbooks and an iced coffee that was definitely mostly ice. She stopped dead. She looked at Kai, half-naked and growling. She looked at me, sitting on the bed looking thoroughly flushed. She looked at the jar of peanut butter. "Okay," Mira said, kicking the door shut behind her. "I have several questions. First, why is the Captain of the Elite Guard shirtless in our room? Second, why does he look like he wants to murder me? And third... did you eat all my peanut butter?"

We kept standing while she gradually unbuttoned my short sleeved shirt then she removed my tank top with my aid. Mira’s hands were all over my chest. She kept feeling and touching my entire muscular structure. I tried not to think too much. I'm a mafia gangsta I can do whatever I want. I kept assuring myself. Mira unhurriedly knelt down before me, our eyes both locked onto each other’s. I tilted my head downward, admiring the beauty before me. No, I wasn’t still in love with Mira, but she was still as pretty as before. Her features were unique to her only. The fact that she wanted me made it easier to fuck her without feeling responsible—unlike Ari.

The woman survived poisoned tea and assassination attempts daily, yet still couldn’t be bothered with basic security. Moonlight streamed through the sheer curtains, painting silver stripes across the rumpled bedsheets. Mira lay curled on her side, one bandaged hand tucked beneath her cheek, Julise nowhere in sight. The blanket had slipped to her waist, revealing the thin linen shift she slept in. In sleep, without her usual armor of sarcasm and steel, she looked younger. More vulnerable. The dark circles under her eyes stood out starkly against her pale skin. I exhaled slowly through my nose. The Mate Games trials were taking their toll on all the competitors, but Mira… She’d entered this ga

She went to the kitchen to make breakfast for Andrew, since Britney wasn't feeling well and Astrid was inside. Moments later, Andrew walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. "Andrew," Mira called calmly. "Won't you have breakfast?" she asked. "No," Andrew replied. But Mira called out, "Wait, I want to ask you something." "What is that?" Andrew asked, as he turned to face her. Mira let her bathrobe fall to the floor, thereby exposing her naked body to him, smiling seductively, hoping he would want her, especially in this trying period where Astrid is emotionally unavailable. He could fill her up and she could support him.

Myra held her hands and said, "Shhh. Don't cry. Stay strong. I need your strength to execute my plan. Be strong." Mayabati wiped her tears and called Arjun. Arjun stood frozen on his spot. He never believed that an Italian girl would look so beautiful in such traditional attire. Myra looked at her reflection for the last time. The entire dress fitted perfectly on her. As she got a good height the skirt had started at her belly button to reach the floor. Perfectly curved body with glowing skin. She couldn't believe that she looked so beautiful. "Here comes Myra Moretti." She spoke loudly, snapping her head towards Arjun.

"Miranda, I dare you to take your dress off and let John play with your tits." "Yes!" Tom cheered. "Yes, keep this ball rolling!" Matt just shook his head and rolled his eyes at the excited jock, while Tiff raised an eyebrow and considered his naked form jumping around. "That is something I will definitely do," Miranda said, and she sat up slightly so that she could pull her dress off over her head. That revealed a pretty black bra, not quite lingerie but nice enough, that she also quickly stripped off, revealing her tits. I was kind of surprised to realize they were almost as large as Sarah's, just a little higher on her chest and she didn't flaunt them as obviously. Tiff still had them bot

“Are you really doing this?” Mira whispered to herself as her hand hovered over the doorknob for a second as her heart pounded. The smart choice would be to turn back. To go to her room and pretend none of this ever happened. But intelligence left her the moment Jordan whispered those two words in her ear. “Wear nothing underneath.” She did not strip, but she was far from fully dressed. Her tank top clung to her like a second skin. Her robe was tied loosely, doing little to hide her shape from the way her nipples pressed against the fabric. She wore no bra with no panties.

Mira bites her lip, trying her best to remain composed while my fingers stroke her. “Dev,” she breathes, gripping my arm. “You’re going to make me soak through my dress.” My skin prickles while I watch her face as I continue to caress her bare pussy. The conception of being in a room surrounded by five thousand other people and being the only one that knows she’s not wearing any underwear makes me horny in a way I never even knew was possible. I could pull her on top of me, sink my cock deep inside her and fuck her shamelessly while all these people watch. I’ve never been one for exhibitionism but fuck, this girl makes me crazy enough to want to be. Mira squirms in her seat, her pussy soaks

He finally nodded, a weary look crossing his features. “Yeah. Let’s get home.” We began to walk away from the pit, toward our black car that was waiting a ways away. Before we could reach it, however, a soft voice calling from behind caused us both to turn. “Nathan! Olivia!” We turned to see Mira running toward us, wearing what was a far cry from the satin and lace gowns that she had been forced to wear during her servitude; a simple t-shirt and jeans. It was strange, seeing her so casual, but it was comforting at the same time. The brand that had been cruelly etched into the skin on her arm was now bandaged, and hopefully would heal.