Miracle Laurie Nude Novels & Stories

When Laura turned the water on and splashed it over her pussy, she felt a thrill of pleasure as the cool water hit her swollen sex and hardened her small nipples. As Laura looked in the mirror, she was stunned by the image of the blonde slut that greeted her there. This person with her face and chest flushed pink, small breasts capped by hard swollen nipples, clit pushed out like a small cock, and her inner recesses peeking out from parted lips, couldn't be her. The image in the mirror traced her fingers through the folds of her aroused sex as her head tilted back in pleasure. The person in the mirror was a wanton slut, it couldn't be Laura. It just couldn't. Tears dropped from Laura's eyes

I say, turning back to look at Amila who is evidently asleep. "Fine," Laurene says and folds her hands across her chest, waiting. There's no way in hell she's going to let this go, I know. "Larry took me to see a snow-covered mountain and then we got stuck." Laurene frowns for a while, seeming not to understand me but when she does, her eyes widen. "Wait! You were with Larry alone?" "Yeah," I sigh. "And…well, we almost had sex." "What?!"

Arianna Five years later The girl name Arianna had died the night I ran from the Liam mansion. Now the world knew me as Dr. Aria Laurent, an award-wining cardiothoracic surgeon and medical innovator, founder of Laurent Biotech, and the woman they called the miracle queen. I’d built hospitals, developed life-saving technology, and performed numerous surgeries other doctors said were impossible. I had wealth, power and respect. Everything I had once thought only men like Damian Liam could have.