Patricia Castillo Nudes Novels & Stories

“You are right, maybe i am here for closure before i go ahead to complete obliterate your ass—it was a worrying threat now. Once is a joke but not so much the second time. But that was the type of person Patricia was, all jokes with the best sense of humor he’d ever seen. She also had a beautiful face and an amazing body, and had accustomed herself to this flashy lifestyle unlike Isabella. He could see how hard she was trying and when he did look around in search for her, he figured she might have escaped. Maybe for some fresh air or some time alone.

“yes, I can think two guys who he does thing with” “that is great, you would also invite them” “alright ma’am” Priscilla smiled, and nodded her head. “that would be all for now, I’ll cover the rest” Patricia stands up from the bird “thank you for agreeing to do this, I’m sure Christoph would be so pleased “you called him Christoph!” Priscilla’s eyes widened in shock “yes, why?” Patricia’s gaze was puzzled “no…nothing” Priscilla said evasively

Evelyn whispered quickly when she saw her friend. Patricia was dressed pretty much like Mrs. Bellamy, in a black corset with half cups that held up her large breasts. Hard pink nipples poked out from large pale areolas, black hose were held up by garters from the corset, black patent leather stilettos were on her feet, a black leather paddle with chrome studs was in her left hand, and jutting from her freshly shaved crotch was a long, thick, black silicone penis. Evelyn orgasmed, just a little tiny one, but definitely an orgasm. She could not believe it, because just looking at Patricia made her come.

Luna Castellanos stood outside the converted warehouse in the arts district, checking the address on her phone one more time. This was it...the studio of Adrian Cross, the most famous contemporary artist in the city, maybe in the country. She was twenty-five, struggling to make rent as a freelance photographer, when she'd seen the posting: ARTIST'S MODEL WANTED. NUDE WORK. LONG-TERM PROJECT. COMPENSATION NEGOTIABLE.

After a moment, a series of faint rustling sounds from the other side transmitted thru the mobile in my hands before her voice echoed beside my ears. "Whoa, then congrats, your 'flower' was finally 'watered'! Helga, girl I am so proud of you! You fucking go on and multiply, like literally" Patricia burst out laughing. Her merry laughter echoes in the four corners of the room. "Patricia Beethoven Gimenez! No, no, what if we never use any protection and he has STD’s? I’m doomed!" "Ok, ok," Patricia fake a cough to clear her throat.

"That's all in the past now, let's not bring it up again." But Patricia was determined and shook her head resolutely. "No, I need to know! First, let me see your body." As she spoke, she began to undress him. Hunter did not resist, allowing her to remove his coat, then lift his thermal underwear. This time, Patricia lifted the thermal upwards, revealing his chest and back covered in scars, not a single spot untouched. Tears she’d barely managed to hold back once again broke free. How could this be? Remembering something, Patricia rolled up his sleeves. Oddly enough, his arms bore no injuries.

Alpha Stefano told me to be rude to her because Patricia is very close to Camilla, and hurting her means hurting the other. I look at Patricia and she is sitting on the corner and typing something on her phone, from where the hell did she get fucking phone. She is looking so beautiful in her blue dress that is falling on her knees, I must say that she is the most beautiful woman that I encountered and I would like to cherish her all my life and if she is associated with a different man then I will make sure to give her hell if she doesn't bend. "what are you doing Patricia," I asked her in a high tone and the phone in her hand fall off, she looked at me with a scared expression and stood up

Well, while they’re all up there receiving a buttload of pleasure the only way they know of, I’m down here, basking in the melodious screams of the women in my custody. My cigar burns, the scent floating in the space with each drag I take while enjoying the show playing out before me. “Please. I’m sorry for offending you, whoever you are,” Patricia yelps. She’s the banshee between her and her friend. Screams the most with a deluge of tears rushing down her face. She’s lucky I enjoy the screams. As long as it’s a painful one, then it’s okay with me. I love watching people like them in pain. It triggers my sexual mood, makes my orgasm hit within seconds.

“Patricia, the evidence is real and we all know it’s real.” The room had gone very quiet as Patricia looked around the table. Selene watched her do it — watched her assess each face, look for allies, calculate odds. Fifteen years of boardroom warfare condensed into a few seconds of rapid blinking. Finding nothing. “Patricia.” Robert Chen again, quietly now. “Did you take money from Richard Castellanos?” The silence lasted so long that Selene counted her own heartbeats. Seven. Eight. Nine. “Yes,” Patricia said finally.

She immediately stands up, not caring if Luca could see her nakedness. She's confident of her body and she is sure that Luca has seen different bodies a hundred times. This isn't new to him. "What are you doing?" He asked, his voice dropping down low. Patricia didn't answer him, instead, she reached for the towel to wrap herself. "Get out." "That can do, duck." "What do you need for Pete's sake? I have enough of you Silvestri." "Are you really trying to seduce me?" He eyed her accusingly.