Priscilla Morales Nude Novels & Stories

"He didn't have any skills. Even if he did have some, they were just for show. At that time, he was abducted by terrorists. We rushed there in time to save him and others. Why do you ask?" "No, it's... nothing." Priscilla panicked when she heard this. "If what Nathaniel said was true, then was it really possible for her to be stronger than Tristan if she had been drunk back then?" "Thinking of this, Priscilla wished she could dissolve into the floor." How shameless was she?! How could she do that! "Nathaniel, I have something else to do. I have to go now." "After saying this, Priscilla turned around and ran away."

I watch as he leaves her on the bed and goes to his bathroom naked. “You bitch. What are you looking at?” she asks, folding her arms. “Don’t you dare think of snatching my man. Take your filthy, dirty eyes away from him. He’s mine.” “Your man?” I laugh at her words. “A second-hand rejected male.” “What did you just say?” she growls. “How dare you say a bad thing about my king?” The naked Priscilla launches an attack on me. She wants to claw at my face with her hand. She bares her fangs at me. She calls for war, and I must give it to her.

Now when she finally had some dirt on Lana, Priscilla did not hold back from misusing it. She flipped her hair and headed towards the classroom. Using her sibgen powers Priscilla had an upper hand in not being caught. However, for some reason she kept the recording of step-sister revelation hidden. Instead posted the restroom prank. Priscilla had something big and evil ongoing in her mind.

"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.

“Ummmm… for that, you would have to talk to my, Priscilla, what did you make your title?” “Social media manager and public relations director.” Priscilla replied. Molly had bought her a new outfit just for this. A black pencil skirt with a charcoal jacket and a fuchsia silk shirt that matched her heels. Small silver hoops were on her ears, being shown off by the up do that her hair was twisted up into. She wore light makeup and thin black rimmed glasses. She looked like a young professional. Not a high school sophomore. Kristy leaned over to Taz as the press focused on Priscilla. “She’s good. I stalked you. I should steal her away.”

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.

“Yes, why do you ask?” She unhooked her bra and slid out of her underwear. “I don’t know. I mean, is the cost something big?” I stuck my hand under the water, waiting on it to turn warm. Bringing my hand out for her, she took it and slipped into the water, while I finished undressing. “It depends on what you’re asking, I guess.” Sinking my fingers into her hair, she moaned and rested her forehead against my chest. “What do you think Priscilla gave up to turn you into the beast? That seems like asking a lot to me.”

"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.

“You mean Sebastian? Sebastian Sinclair? The richest mafia family on the West Coast?” I nodded, still shaking. “Yes… and I saw him up close.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “So… how did he look? Was he handsome?” I rolled my eyes, my cheeks flushing. “He was… so fucking handsome. So hot…” Priscilla gasped. “Oh God, girl, don’t tell me he got you in the bed!” I laughed nervously, shaking my head. “No! You know I would never sell my body for money. This was… different. This was just… survival.”

She sent me to doom by the way she glared which I only chuckled abou, and my friend and I already walked away. I must say Priscilla was really something! I could still remember how she just ignored Chris in San Pablo before, and that was when he wasn't known yet as the successor of one of the huge technology companies in the Philippines. But see? Now that the news about him blasted and he became like an instant celebrity, being revealed not only as a gorgeous young man but very rich, as well, Priscilla was making her way thinking that she could use her beauty to get his man's attention! But no! Chris will never waste his precious time with such a witch!