Miracle Laurie Nude Novels & Stories

“If it wasn’t so late, we’d make that happen tonight.” The others nodded in agreement. Feeling bold after the long day of being pounded, Lauren decided to give them a show. She wanted to be their slut again, to feel used and desired. “Excuse me for a second,” she said playfully. She set the phone down, quickly pulled off her plain white top and panties, then picked the phone back up, now completely naked. Her full, heavy breasts filled the screen as she held it in front of her chest. The men’s eyes widened in pleasant surprise.

Then she reasoned “Werewolves don’t see anything In nudity.” Shiela bumped her shoulder.“Come-on don’t stare it’s rude.Take off your clothes and go bath.” “Okay” Laura pulled off her boots,then her shirt and baggy pants she was wearing. The sound of water stopped and Laura turned to see everyone looking at her with their mouth opened. She wondered why. Then she remembered the mark of ELARA. And the stupid thing decided to glow now. “Umm don’t worry you guys I don’t even know how it came.” She smiled weirdly. They went back to what they were doing.

"What, fuck? Don't be a prude, Lipe, why not have sex with me?" Saying that, Lara got up from the bed, stood in front of him, the jumpsuit straps fallen, revealing her perfect breasts. The light pink of the garment standing out against her dark skin. Lara lowered the rest of the jumpsuit, letting it fall to the floor at her feet and kicked it away. Lipe knew he shouldn't look, but his eyes seemed to have a will of their own and he stared open-mouthed at the breasts and the tapered waist, wider hips, he remembered the expression hourglass figure. He swallowed hard and when she took two steps to reach him, he jumped out of the chair, knocking it over.

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

Did everyone have a death wish today? “I wasn’t asking,” I growled, my eyes burning into her. If she knows what’s good for her, she'll turn and run now. But she didn’t look away. “I know what happened to Luna Erin.” This couldn’t be happening. “You don’t know anything.” “Yes, I do.” Her voice shook, but she kept looking at me. “Luna Erin never left this pack.” Nina looked at Erin’s family. “She was locked inside the old quarantine warehouse.”

I drank, and my hands found yielding flesh at last. My name. I could hear my name. That voice tugged something in my chest. Laurie. I snapped out of it like crashing down from a third-floor fire escape and pulled my teeth out of him, licking off the last of the blood and pushing up on my elbows. Laurie. His chest rose and fell frantically — his bare chest. I’d torn the flannel shirt all but off of him. His eyes were so dilated I could only see the slightest rim of blue around the black. A crimson flush stained his cheeks and neck, spreading down over his chest to his rosy nipples, hard and pebbled.