Priscilla Lopez Nude Novels & Stories

Did you ever know something that was really awesome, but you couldn’t tell anyone? – Priscilla The parking lot of the Shack had been cleared with cars and bikes being moved to the rarely used parking garage. As the sun went down, people gathered on blankets scattered around. Priscilla sat down on one after spreading out another one. She wore cut off denim shorts, a floral off the peasant crop top and simple flip-flops. Several brothers glanced at her, but her scowling father kept them from doing more.

Because she dipped her hand—the one still dripping with me—and smeared it across her chest. Over one breast. Then the other. Marking herself. My seed. Her body. That smile. That wicked, feral smile. She looked right at me the entire time, rubbing it in like it was war paint—slow, thorough, unbothered. My knees nearly buckled. “Priscilla,” I growled, voice hoarse and stunned. “What the hell are you doing?” She licked her lips and purred, “Owning it.” Then she tugged her shirt and bra back down, smoothing them like nothing had happened. Not a single trace of shame. Just heat and dominance and something that looked a hell of a lot like pride.

"I totally understand. You are...a very busy person." "Thanks for understanding, Bryan." He tapped his shoulder, "I'll see you on Monday." Charles turned. Bryan watched him rush outside the gate, and until he entered into the Lamborghini. "He's not coming, is he?" Bryan turned to the voice. It's Priscilla Moore, a tall (maybe 6ft) goddess with long silky curly blonde hair, dressed in a branded black dress, with black boots. This sexy chick was a popular elite model, that would appear on the front page of every magazine, and she was known for being an international netball player. Next to her stood Taylor Rosecratzy, pretty girl in campus, although not necessarily in an obvious way. She ha

Lodipo. Priscilla was always in long dresses and very respectful clothes as she was raised in that set-up and she never wore any exposing clothes but this morning she wore one of the trousers she would wear in the so-called “Dera” which was a long light dress famously worn by the Swahili. Only her husband had seen her curvy body but this day the trouser she was in was exposing her curviness to the world to see, she wore it with a light white top and some heels that made her look so hot, Mr. Lodipo couldn’t take his eyes off her when she walked to the breakfast table.

Black Hound replied, gently dropping the cup of vodka on a small reading table beside the sofa he was seating on. "A man that stays healthy, I love it," Priscilla said coyly. She stood up and put down her drink. She walked towards Black Hound's sitting form and stopped directly in front of him. Black Hound did not know what to expect so he just relaxed and waited, his eyes curious. Priscilla slowly raised her dress to expose a see through silver sheer panties. She hooked her thumbs on each side of her undies and slowly pulled them down, revealing her perfectly loved shaved pussy.

I grinned and I looked at my friend teasingly. Chris nodded formally. "Thanks. But I know." I chuckled. What a conceited man! Priscilla, who seemed not to notice or intentionally was ignoring the man's disinterest towards her, still extended her hand to him. "I'm Priscilla Zakaria, anyway." Chris just looked at her and her hand like subtly telling, 'The-f*ck-I-care-whoever-you-are-because-nobody-asked-and-I-wasn't-any-interested!'

Abel's entire body tensed. "For me?" Priscilla casually played with her hair, with one hand resting on the seat. She wore a low-cut blazer with nothing underneath. As she leaned forward slightly, Abel's gaze instinctively dropped to her neckline. He swallowed hard, unable to control himself. The woman before him exuded an irresistible charm, and her every movement was mesmerizing. Abel was completely lost, and his attention was fixed on Priscilla's red lips as they moved.

"You'll be fine sis, all these would pass. Just know that you are not the first celebrity to have her nudes leaked. They've gone through this and they made it out alive. I know you will, just don't do anything dangerous ok?" "Yes, dear," "I've got to go now. I think someone is coming. I will call you whenever I find the chance," "Okay, Nancy," "Bye sis," "Bye," Prisca said and the line went dead. She fell to her bed and cried her eyes out, wishing everything could end so soon. **** On the day she was to record her song, she walked into the studio dressed like a bereaved lover. She wore a black hoodie, loose-fitted black trousers, a pair of white sneakers, and a pair of dark shades.

So, they decided to let her dig her own grave. Priscilla suddenly became even more agitated when she saw Romelius leaving. Immediately standing up from the ground, she followed him, intending to enter the house. However, Romelius collided with someone when he opened the door. Lana was dressed neatly. She had a radiant complexion due to her pregnancy. It looked like she was glowing. Upon seeing her, even Priscilla thought that Lana was exceptionally beautiful. She was even more beautiful than Mandy in her prime. Let alone Liam, even the president of a country would be moved when they laid eyes on such a beauty.

A simple Tutorial Intro- She needed help to woo her crush with sex and her best friend offered to help! Priscilla's P.O.V. She giggled as she slipped out of her clothes, Finally the only piece of clothing on her was her skimpy pair of bikini panties. "Remove those too," Miguel said, pointing at her panties. Priscilla felt her face flushing. Miguel had never seen her pussy before. She'd let him touch her tits and peek at those, but she'd never let him even stick his hand down inside her panties. Now she shivered in excitement as she slid slowly