Missy Davis Nude Novels & Stories

"Miss Davis? Is that you?" Vivian had a decent following on TikTok. She'd spent a month burning cash to promote her "Luxury Heiress" persona, filming "day-in-the-life" snippets. Mortimer never showed his face in her videos, but she'd always "accidentally" catch a glimpse of his watch, his shoulders, or his profile in a dark car. Whenever her fans asked who the mystery man was, she'd give a coy, blushing "he's just a childhood friend," making sure the subtext screamed "we're together."

Her short miniskirt rode up instantly, exposing the back of her thighs. Because Mr. Davis was sitting down, looking directly up at the papers in her hand, her upper body completely blocked his view of anything below her waist. Under the cover of her dark skirt, I guided my hard, wet head against her opening. With one smooth push, I slid my entire length straight back inside her tight, dripping cunt. Valerie let out a tiny, choked gasp, her fingers trembling as she gripped the edge of the paperwork. "Is there an issue with this section?" Mr. Davis asked, raising his eyes to look at her face.

Before she could sputter a protest, the stripper had them over her head and tossed them on the floor. “If you’ll point me to a bathroom, I can undress—” Savannah ignored her and plucked at the front clasp of her lacy white bra. With a drag and a tug, it was gone… and Madonna stood nude from the waist up before her friends. Alyssa studied her breasts, lifting one in her hand to test its weight. “We can work with these.” Madonna tensed, resisting the urge to cover herself like a self-conscious seventh grader in a locker room. “What are you doing?”

“Right? Miss Innocent herself. She’s always acting like she’s too pure for parties, quoting Bible verses in the group chat, and here she is getting railed on a public bench like it’s nothing. Look at her face she’s loving every second of it.” I scrolled a little, the sounds tinny through the phone speaker. Mia’s innocent image shattered in my mind. She was the girl who blushed at dirty jokes and left early. Now this. A strange mix of shock and something hotter twisted in my stomach. “She always talks about saving herself. How long do you think she’s been hiding this?” “Months, probably,” Daisy said, laughing. “The girl who posts those ‘good vibes only’ quotes by day and gets fucked like that

Taunting her. Grace has the body of a goddess, how can I forget this? That night, I just couldn't get enough of her. Fuck, I can't believe just seeing her naked had made me hard like a rock. I want her. I fucking want her again! Just once or twice. Damn! I wouldn't have come here. And to think that she is still thinking about that night too. “Don't you dare change the topic, Davis” she said from the bathroom, making me come back to the present where I am in her room sitting on her bed with my cigarette on the floor.

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She stares intensely at my screen for a few seconds and smiles. " Yes! Yes! This will do, Eliza! D******d it! "She exclaims, and I shake my head at her before tapping the d******d button. It soon begins to d******d, when a notification pops up on my screen. *Do you want to be beautiful? Do you want all your dreams to come true? We have the answers to your prayers. *It read. I stare blankly at the pop-up, and Athena swipes it off my screen.

she mouthed. Mike rolled his eyes and moved between his sisters peering inside. His jaw dropped. There, bent over the bed of the caretaker's house was Missy, nude except for her shoes. Matt was behind her, his dick thrusting deep in and out of her. She was gasping in pleasure and moaned in pure ecstasy as he reared back and slapped her hard on the ass. "Fucking spank me harder, you pussy," she said loudly. Matt followed her command and slapped her hard on the cheek.

Yes, Missy's boobs may have been fake, but they looked fantastic. Her bleached blonde hair fell to her shoulders, which worked well with her unblemished complexion which was tanned to a deep golden bronze from hours of worshiping the sun in a wide variety of skimpy bikinis. At the age of 24, she was what one might refer to as a trophy wife.

Hmm, yeah I don’t need other males looking at my girl. I watched Missy walk, holding Nate’s arm and I got lost staring at her ass. I licked my lips and fought every urge to throw her up against the wall and fuck her until she didn’t remember her name. Soon… Not soon enough. We made it to the line but there were a few couples in front of us, I took Missy’s other hand and held it. She was a bit sweaty and I thought it was so sexy, I was practically busting out of my damn pants to move onto the rest of our evening. Nate wrote down his email for the photographer and paid his assistant who typed it all into her tablet.