Priscilla Morales Nude Novels & Stories

Third Person's POV Priscilla's nose was already beaded with fine sweat, and with a "thud," she knelt on the ground, "Mr. Madox, Mrs. Madox, spare my life, please. I was just confused for a moment! Someone contacted me, offering me two hundred thousand to observe whether Mr. Madox is disabled, and I was bewitched." Brent conducted a search and retrieved Priscilla's phone, handing it over to Zoey.

She no longer looks away. The evidence piles up: emails, false ultrasounds, contradictory analyses. The pieces align. The case is opened. Cassandre is no longer a silent threat. She is a target of truth, of justice. And in Lyra’s eyes, for the first time in weeks, I no longer see terror. I see a woman standing. Standing, strong, pregnant and alive. And beside her, I stand there. Not to repair. To begin.

Brad asked with his arms crossed like a mother who was scolding her daughter for her misbehave. "What?" Lisa asked confused and wracked her brain to remember what happened last night. In a rush, the memories of last night filled her mind. "No! I don't know anything about the commotion. I was too drunk and then passed out." Lisa shrugged her shoulders. She would rather die than tell him. "Oh! Then what about this?" He passed Lisa his mobile. There was a video of a girl kissing a man amidst so many people. "Why do you have to embarrass me?" Lisa throw her pillow at Brad and gritted her teeth. Her face was like strawberry.

Lady Priscilla said as she smiled at everyone. "That's just one of the tricks up my sleeve. But for now, we need to check out that book. Mordecai might decide to hunt me down early, and I'd rather not be dragged back to the hospital with Eddy and Luis." She added as Capian looked at her, then at me. "Hunt you down?" Caspian asked, as I could tell he was as worried for Lady Priscilla as I was after hearing about all the abuse going on behind closed doors in the Colony.

"Luis: Really?" "Priscila: Yes. I'm not a little girl anymore, and in dim lighting, everything looks beautiful," she replied with a smile. It had been over eight years since she had exposed herself, been naked in front of a man. Even in the past, she felt somewhat self-conscious about her body, and almost a decade had passed since then. She wasn't getting any younger. She had gone through two pregnancies, and gravity was unforgiving. In her forties, without a healthy diet or exercise, there was some cellulite here, a stretch mark there, a few extra pounds the collagen was no longer what it used to be. She noticed that Luis fell silent, and when he appeared naked in the bathroom, she was star

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

Priscilla hurriedly said, “ Grandma don’t listen to his nonsense.” “Nonsense then explain the meaning of this picture of you on his bed.” Mrs. Jolie said. “ What!” Priscilla exclaimed. “Priscilla! You have a red mole on your left breast and a small moon-shaped birthmark on the bottom of your foot. If we hadn’t made love, how would I know all this?” Shane asked as he said loudly in a hurry. Priscilla paled. She turned back and saw Mrs. Jolie dumbstruck, her face full of disappointment.

"Who doesn't have a career in this day and age? She's the only one with no achievements to speak of, and she even went crazy. How does she have the nerve to reconcile with the Grisham family? I don't know whether to call her naïve or just plain dumb," Priscilla remarked, her voice dripping with disdain as she spoke to the person behind her. As she spoke, the woman slowly rose, revealing her identity—none other than Audriana.

"Tsk tsk, Minister Harris is old but strong. He comes with this chick and says that she is the daughter of his comrade-in-arms. He is unexpectedly to be so slutty!" Priscilla Miller, together with Jasmine Harris, is talking to a group of ladies. The vivid erotic scene on the big screen makes her face as pale as paper. Her body shakes so hard that she could not even say a complete sentence. She points at the screen and almost faints. After seconds of astonishment, Jasmine Harris screams suddenly, "Security guard? Where's the security guard! What's wrong with this screen! Turn it off!"

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—”