Patricia Castillo Nudes Novels & Stories

“With whom?” “ With Me,” Patricia said. There was silence again. “You were involved with Ace Blacke?” “I was. Recently. And I’m pregnant.” “Are you willing to go public?” “Yes. But only if you use the photos and the test results. I want it all out. Nothing left out.” “Can you prove the pregnancy?” “I took another test this morning,” Patricia said. “It’s dated. I can send a photo of it.” “And the affair?” “I have photos. From the London hotel. Clear and personal.”

I stated. “Liam, you are being inappropriate.” She squealed when I trailed kisses on her neck. “Stop, Natasha is right here.” I put her down seeing how uncomfortable she is. “Oh please, I get to fuck in a room with other people having sex and it doesn’t bother me. But that would something that might bother you. I don’t think you ever fucked someone with an audience before.” She teased. “I had sex with Scott with an audience before. I even let Stanley fuck me in his office while his employees were busy working. I’m not as innocent as you people think I am.” Patricia replied.

“Relax! She doesn’t mean live sex with her husband.” Janine rolled her eyes. “Obviously not! What I meant was, we’ll watch some p**n so you can learn a thing or two.” My mouth fell open. “You want me to watch p**n with you?!” “Yes!” Patricia said, pulling out her phone. “It’s educational. Don’t be such a prude!” Janine smirked. “We’ll start with something classy, like Kamasutra. You’ll get plenty of ideas.” Despite my initial protests, I found myself sitting between them, reluctantly watching as the screen filled with dramatic music, dim lighting, and far-too-flexible couples.

"Strip to your undergarments." Patrina stepped back, crossing her arms over her chest. "No." "No?" Nyxios's eyebrow rose, amusement rather than anger in his expression. "The choice is yours: strip yourself or I will do it for you with my shadows." Heat flooded her face. She glared at him, hands clenched at her sides. For a moment, she considered fighting him on it. After a thought, she gave in. Patrina undid the buttons of her nightdress, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before him in nothing but her thin undergarments, her skin prickling with goosebumps that had nothing to do with the room's temperature.

Patricia swallow as I reach for her underwear and pull it down myself, she's a good girl for not moving. After that I move aside her hair to right and planted kisses to her shoulder, enough to make her swallowed again. My gut telling me how good my plans are, especially since the woman I wanted to planted my heir bit my bait. Patricia is not the woman I'm expecting, but her desperation lead her to this decision which is going to be her biggest mistake. I unbuckle my pants and throw it away, then my underwear.

He bursted. "I don't know you!" I hissed. "Then prove it!" He said and since he wanted me to open my clothes. I took off my top and he looked at my body. He looked disappointed. He turned my body and I turned to him again. I put on my clothes and pointed at the door. "Go out.." I said coldly. "I'm going to prove you that you're Cassandra." He said looking at me seriously and I laughed "Go ahead, you won't get that. I'm Patricia Melcome." I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

I whispered, “if I could only command my heart to love you instead.” I thought it would be easy to endure one year of waiting for Sandra while being Patricia’s husband. I was wrong. Patricia and I lived in one house, but we stayed in separate rooms. It had to be because Patricia had been determined to seduce me. Every day, she would wear skimpy nighties and sometimes would walk around in her lingerie. I salute myself for being able to take control. She was once a lingerie model. Men fantasize about her, but here she is, in front of me, proudly flaunting her beautiful body. At breakfast, she would intentionally lean forward to give me a good view of her cleavage. Sometimes, she would lean

“You’d better back off. Your perfume is making me dizzy.” The woman snorted in exasperation while the others chuckled. The other woman began to approach Dante. She brought him a glass of Scottish whiskey and smiled sweetly. “Mr. Vittorio, it’s been a long time since I’ve heard your name, but I’ve never had the chance to make your acquaintance. How about this glass of whiskey and a few touches you might like?” The woman named Patricia held out her glass while biting her lips seductively. Her chest was deliberately puffed out to make her breasts look bigger and more tantalizing. She was known as a high-class prostitute in the region’s casino and gambling district.

Patricia tells him not to worry because she will not tell anyone about this and it made him surer that he cannot make any excuse anymore. So, he let her unzip his pants and pulled out his hardness while making that same seductive eye contact. The next thing he knew was Patricia started sucking him, and it felt so good and relaxing, perfect for a sore body. Patricia then rides on top of him and started to move back and forth exerting pressure as she moans softly. Rio could not resist her anymore and gets up, he lifted Patricia without removing his hardness inside of her warm body then pressed hard on her against the wall until she moaned louder than before.

Utterly devoid of any article of clothes, Camelia, the Supreme Daughter of Castitas, was awkwardly placed on the chair with her hands shackled behind her back, her legs spread, and her hips pushed forward in an exhibitionistic display that teased the height of shame. The creator of such a brazen display, Sol, the shameless prince, narrowed his eyes lovingly as he viewed her in all her naked and depraved glory. Despite her growing age, her pussy was tightly shut and devoid of any pubic hair. The glistening trail of clear liquid slowly trailing down from her closed snatch was truly an enticing and erotic sight.