Priscilla Morales Nude Novels & Stories

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

“What's your name?” “Priscilla,” she breathed out before licking her lips. I kept my eyes on hers. “Can I have your business card?” She gasped. “Y-yes, naturally.” She reached into her purse, frantically searching for the card. I waited patiently until she handed it to me, grinning. “That's not fair.” Another stepped closer—a blonde with clearly messed-up boob surgery. And no, I wasn't staring at her chest. Her uneven breasts were ready to pop out from her dress at any moment and were quite impossible to miss.

Priscillia said as he pushed him onto a soft cushion that magically spooned his body in place. "Undress me," Priscillia ordered one of the nymphs who slid her black gown off her shoulders. Adam gasped in awe at the sight of Priscillia's toned and beautiful body. Yes she was a mature woman but her curves were still there and her breasts were voluptuous and firm. He wanted to knead them so badly but his hands were tied behind his back. He saw dark tattooed runes just above her pussy and knew something was off. This was no ordinary sex. Priscillia intended to do something to him but he had no idea what it was.

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.

“But the first time I gave someone power—true power—I sobbed so hard my mascara bled into my collarbone.” “It wasn’t weakness. It was baptism.” She remembered writing it. Late at night. In black lace and honesty. It was the only post she’d ever made under that name. She deleted the account a day later. Someone had screenshotted it. And now? It was public. Saint Madeleine’s students were elite. But they were online. She stormed out of the locker room. Fencing practice forgotten. Priscilla was waiting for her moment—of course she was. Sitting on the courtyard bench with her perfect posture, surrounded by her perfect followers. Eating strawberries like sin was sweet.

Jason was vaguely aware she used to have a crush on him, but he didn't know if she still did. Definitely, Priscilla was still attracted to the boy next door, but it had become lust, rather than a girlish crush. She also knew him to be rather shy, and was sure it would take more than the sight of her breasts to induce him to come and join her for a nude romp on the air mattress and in the pool. After a few minutes of that display, she started to roll her bikini bottoms down, until her pubic hair, which she likes to trim in the shape of a heart, came into view. Not satisfied with that, she reached under her body and tugged the back of the skimpy bathing suit around her curvy ass. By the time s