Miranda Affect Nude Novels & Stories

“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.

He still couldn’t believe she had no makeup on but still looked beautiful. He had never felt this good in years. To him, this was the best sex he had ever had in his life. He rose his upper body up, leaning towards her and buried his face in her gorgeous tits. They were round, firm and very soft. “I meant what do you have planned for the weekend?” Christine asked again, pushing her long brown hair over her shoulders while arching her back a little bit. She could feel the sweat running down her body, they having been having sex all day switching different styles and positions.

Maybe I'm not a boob guy. Miranda turns and tilts her head back to allow the water to soak her hair. My eyes widen as my mate leaves me utterly speechless. Her flat disk-like nipple are a dusky rose color, and her waist is beautifully curved, but the neatly trimmed dark hair barely hiding her glistening center is what makes me lower down to my knees.

I asked, still stroking him. “Miranda, ma’am,” she replied, her voice breathy. “Alright, Miranda darling… strip naked and come to Mama.” She obeyed instantly, standing up and peeling off the tiny gown with no shame. Her body was stunning — perky breasts with dark, tight nipples, a narrow waist, wide hips, and smooth, shaved pussy already glistening. She stepped closer until she stood right in front of Teddy. He was breathing hard now, chest rising and falling as I continued to stroke his thick cock from behind. “What are you doing?” he whispered, turning his head slightly to look at me, voice hoarse with need.

"No! Goddess, no! I've never violated you, if that's what you are thinking." Miranda let out a sigh of relief. "Good." “I only touch it when I wash it or after using the toilet. And trust me, there's no fun in doing any of that," he giggled, Miranda’s face flushing a bit when she thought about Nigel seeing her body naked. "So have you, you know?" He gestured to her trousers. "Don't be a pervert, Nigel," Miranda rolled her eyes. “Of course not.” "Then what's the problem? It's obvious we can be naked and swim in the same lake without it being weird. It's not like I would let you fuck me while I'm wearing your pussy. The last time I checked, that would be gay."

INKA'S POV She lunges for me again. I scramble back across the bed, but my back hits the wall and I'm trapped. "You seduced him!" Miranda's whole body is shaking with rage. "You threw yourself at my boy like the desperate WHORE you are! You followed him to the archivesYES, I KNOW, I'VE SEEN THE FOOTAGEyou lured him there like the PREDATOR you are!" "That's not what" I try to say but my voice is weak. Scared.

Miranda questioned, applying some collagen serum on her face as she sat in front of her dressing mirror. Maria stared at her mother's face through the mirror. She was trying to gauge if her mother was genuinely asking about her mate or was just trying to find faults. "Don't give me that look, Maria; if I wanted you to break up with your Romeo, I would simply command it, dear child. But do not fear, I've changed my mind; you can keep your sweet relationship with your wolfman," Miranda said, gently patting her skin to let her skin absorb the serum.

Beside her, Ada gasped sharply and Ryan whispered a horrified, “Shit.” From across the room, her eyes met Camille’s, and the corners of her eyes twitched when she saw the smile Camille was wearing. Then, Camille tilted her chin toward the stage. Against her better judgment, Mirena turned. The massive screen on the stage was bright with a photograph. Not just any photograph, but a nude image of her, displayed for everyone to see!

“Get out of my office right now before I have security physically remove you.” “Don’t you want to see what you had that night?” Miranda asked, letting her blouse fall to the floor. “Don’t you want to remember?” She was standing there in just her undergarments now, and I felt sick looking at her, not attracted, not tempted, just revolted by this transparent manipulation.