Miranda Affect Nude Novels & Stories

I could eat you out for hours. -Not sure my body could cope with that many orgasms -You enjoy it when I do it then? I want to please you. Miranda couldn’t help but smile at this small show of insecurity. -You are mind-blowingly good at it. Tell me how you’re touching yourself. -I’m moving my hand up and down my cock, wishing it was you. Miranda discarded her underwear and allowed her clit to enjoy the cool feeling of the vibrator. -Imagine that I’m kneeling before you, about to put my lips around your cock. Slowly licking you up and down.

MIRA'S POV:- I laid in the bathtub and spread my legs as wide as I could. I stuck my tongue out and licked my middle finger. Once it was laced with my saliva, I took my hand towards my vagina. I started rubbing my clitoris first with my lubricated middle finger. I closed my eyes and the first face I saw in the back of my mind was one and only, Freddy.

Aria growled, “Suck my girlcock, you Cerberus slut.” Miranda flushed at the comment and was surprised it aroused her so much. She’d read reports about what Shepard had been up to before her death. She’d fucked anyone she could and had loved getting called all manner of names during it. She’d even had ‘whore’ and ‘slut’ tattooed onto her body, as well as various other tattoos, specifically near her pussy and arse. Shepard might have been her a hero for saving the Citadel, but she was also notorious for the incredibly long list of sexual conquests.

A white towel wrapped around her body, her silky long legs were exposed, much to Alex’s excitement. Miranda greeted Alex lavishly. ‘Damn, are foreign women so accessible?’ he thought, as he tried to avert his eyes. However, her attire made the treatment a little easier. The process was quite embarrassing, with Miranda rushing into the bathroom and a blushing Zendaya. The treatment was a success, curing Miranda of her annoying illness. She promised to write a flawless article endorsing and promoting the benefits of traditional medicine. Not wanting to stay any longer, Alex took his leave. “It’s getting late, I’m leaving too,” said Zendaya.

"You look better today. How are you feeling, Mira?" "I feel great," I answered disinterestedly. "Are you going somewhere, Mildred?" "No! Why do you ask?" her brow twitched in confusion. "You are all dressed up like you are going somewhere," I scanned her face. "No, nothing. I just felt like dressing up today," she said, avoiding my gaze. I closed the door behind me. Her room was very hot like she was cooking something. The smell of strong herbs hit my nose, turning my stomach. I gagged from the effect. As wolves, our sense of everything is way more amplified than humans.

She hadn’t cried after they argued and she hadn’t cried all day Friday when Lauren didn’t call to apologize and she wasn’t about to cry now. Lauren was not going to make her cry. Lauren was just a teeny tiny pathetic loser who still went around on her bike like a baby. She didn’t even have breasts yet. She was still a child. But Miranda was a woman, and she had a lover to prove it. Miranda carefully shaved her legs and underarms—she’d started doing so at the first hint of fuzz about a year ago, and she shaved every single day without fail. The idea of someone catching her with stubble on her legs was too embarrassing to contemplate.

Miranda shook her head and twirled on one elegant girl, admiring her manicured nails. "Pity," she moaned in a deceptively dulcet tone. "I did so hope we could have settled this like civilized human beings." Miranda's palm darted out in a terrifyingly quick viper attack, faster than Mia or Lila could process. Her manicured nails made a meaty crack as they struck solidly with Lila's cheek, whip-crack sharp and viciously precise.

They could trespass here so easily. “Wow… I thought you didn’t want to wear a bikini? What happened to being conservative and staying low-key? You look so good, Ms. Ambers…” Miranda was the first to finish changing. She wore a black one-piece asymmetrical bikini that hugged her curves well. To cover her body, she also wore a white see-through polo. To be honest, I wasn’t used to seeing Miranda wearing something like this. She had always been an office siren to me. It was good that she was comfortable showing her other side without a care in the world. It suited her very well.

“I came here to… to apologize Sara. I came here to tell you how sorry I am about the carnival incident, and keeping something so crucial from you.” “Huh?” They both said in unison, and Miranda only nodded. Time was ticking so fast, and she had to muster the courage to say something before she would decide against it. “What are you talking about Miranda?” Sara asked again, and sighing heavily, her chest rising and falling Miranda blurted out her response, “The nude photos that Dinah took of you… I knew about them.” “Wait what? You know about the nude photos? I never showed you, how come you know about it and…” Sara began, already hysterical and Miranda took a step back as she began to confess

I hadn’t moved my hands there consciously. “S-s-sure, Miranda,” I stammered. “Do they feel firm?” she asked, keeping my wrists in place. “It matters as much as how they look.” I squeezed gently, amazed. “Yes, Miranda, perfectly firm.” She smiled and released me. “I needed to hear that.” My hands lingered for a few seconds longer before I finally pulled away. She didn’t rush me. My face burned when I glanced down and noticed her shaved vagina. I quickly looked back up.