Priscilla Lopez Nude Novels & Stories

He took the stairs and headed for the room Priscilla disappeared into. He patiently went up to give himself time to prepare himself for what the surprise was. Black Hound stopped dead in his track. As expected, he was not prepared what he was seeing. Priscilla was sitting at the edge of her bed naked with her leg spread apart. Her eyes were closed in enjoyment. Between her legs was a small framed adult lady with a leather blindfold on her eyes and leather like chain covering and keeping her hand tied behind her back. She was on her knees.

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.

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

The next morning, a piece of explosive news spread through the Internet like wildfire. Priscilla's naked pictures were plastered all over the internet with several men. They were pictures from the past...one that she has buried deeply so it wouldn't resurface. Upon seeing the papers, Priscilla froze in shock, her face paling like she has seen a ghost. Her husband Dane, who was sitting beside her when they brought the papers in, sputtered the tea all over the table. “What the hell is that?! Let me see!” Priscilla hurriedly hid the papers as her terrified eyes darted to Dane's. "It's...not me! This has been photo-shopped! Someone's trying to mess with the Gonzalez fa—”

— Luna and Priscila burst out laughing. Seriously, am I the suspicious one? Priscila is obsessed with romance novels and always carries a book around. She’s constantly hunting for guys with green eyes. They have to be green. Go figure. Luna has been obsessed with Ace Montesino since high school—though now that we’re in college she barely sees him anymore, so I think that crush will fade with time.

"At this thought, knitted her brows tightly together." "Suddenly, a slight breeze blew in from the open window, so Priscilla couldn't help but shiver. After that, she realised that she was naked, so she started looking around for her clothes. However, Tristan had already torn her clothes apart just now!" Urgh! That b*stard! "Priscilla cursed him secretly with a depressed look on her face. Then, she randomly opened one of the closets and found that they were all filled with Tristan's clothes."

It even went back to the part where Morris arrived with Katherine. She lost her appetite and left the cafe. Meanwhile, in the event, Priscilla and Leroy’s limousine have arrived. Leroy escorted Priscilla out, bringing her silver shawl. She was wearing a silver grey mermaid long sleeve V-neck sequins with a sash dress. “My world! Why do they have to look so good?! They don’t look like they already have adult children!” “You’re so right about that! And we’ve never heard of them having any plastic surgery either.. It must be because of the supplements, quality of food they eat and their access to work out gyms.”

She had not come this far — her family's calculations, her own sacrifices, years of positioning herself exactly right — to lose it to a girl who didn't even know what she was walking into. A beta. With a sharp mouth and sad eyes and a backless dress and a way of looking at Keal like she already knew him. Like she already had him. Priscilla turned away from the direction Liora had walked. Fixed her expression. Smoothed the silver dress with one hand. Sharp mouth. She almost smiled. The real kind, not the arranged one — small and private and pointed, the smile of a woman reminding herself what she was capable of when pushed. We'll see about that. She lifted the glass. And drank.

"Not yet." He slid his thumb over her clit. She gasped and her eyes snapped open, staring up at him with hunger. He finger fucked her again, working the bundle of nerves while she chanted his name, her nails digging into his shoulders. She was magnificent like this. Free, uninhibited. It was the version of Priscilla the world didn't get to see. Just him. Her head tipped back, and she groaned, her pussy constricting around him as she came.