Serena Kennedy Nude Novels & Stories

Saya said pointing her figure to the side of a small door, and Kenna without any word took her blouse to wash, anyways she wanted to run away from Ashford’s disgusting eyes. After fifteen minutes Kenna came out with washed clothe wanted to ask about the dry machine but she saw Saya sitting on the bed beside Ashford and kissing his chest and she even removed her bra and Ashford was shirtless enjoying Saya’s service. Kenna blushed at the sight, she isn’t a virgin and had done more than this but she and Aryan weren’t this bold doing in front of others, even she would not let him kiss in front of their pet animal.

"You are gonna wear THAT!" Noah exclaimed as he looked at Serena. She was wearing a short bodycon dress with full sleeve and an open back. It was tight and short. So short that it almost exposed her butt. It was sexy as hell, Noah had to admit but a bit out there for a house party. "You have a problem with this?" Serena asked. "Well...it's kind of too sexy, don't you think?" Noah smirked. "You will give everyone a show just by stretching."

Krista exclaimed in well-acted shock. "Just some pictures I had laying around. I thought maybe it was time they saw the light of day." I reached down to the pile of pictures at Donna's feet, pulling out a truly damning picture. In it Donna was leaning back in a hot-tub, her arms stretched across the back, eyes closed. Her breasts were well up out of the water, and her nipples were clearly hard. Krista was standing between her legs, and leaning towards her, naked as the day she was born, her delicious ass just hovering at the top of the water.

Even Miranda, who grew up in California knew who that couple was. “Do you have any evidence to support that scandal, Kelly? It would only be a rumor if we don’t have any evidence,” I inquired hopefully. Kelly grinned at me and dotted something on her phone. A few seconds later when she presented a few photographs right in front of my face. It was Aerah with Finn Johnson, both naked and together on the same bed. She slid the photos several times to show me more pictures, making me smile even more. Gross. “Oh, I found a video, too. Geez, this is a sex scandal.”

No one had yet been able to create a rush in Maureen's bloodstream during the party. Serena herself didn't want to compete with the queen. She covered the bikini that encompassed her beauty with an almost transparent satin outerwear that was loose from the waist. Spoiled children at parties were not her taste at all. "Have you ever tried to get a trainer? Your trainer?" Serena challenged. Who hasn't been attracted to Maureen's charms? "She prefers cocks, Babe." Maureen's words really answered Serena's curiosity. "Poor you ...." Another laugh escaped Serena's thick lips.

Was she truly a loose woman? Serena was sure that no responsible married woman would fantasize about how a stranger’s hand would feel on her. Nor would any professional thought of how it would feel if she pressed her lips to that of a patient. “Oh, Serena,” she thought to herself when minutes later, she was aboard a Cessna 210 Centurion to an unknown destination. The man, Kincaid, she was sure he was called had been strapped to a daybed to keep him immobile to avoid bleeding as the doctor had suggested.

Perfectly bored. Serena made a sound that wasn’t quite a yes. She adjusted her mic pack for the third time. Fidgeted with the hem of her cardigan even though it sat just right. She hadn’t worn makeup this heavy since the premiere, but her skin was behaving, and that was something. She glanced sideways at Callan. “We’re definitely live, aren’t we.” He didn’t look away from his water bottle. “You think they gave us lattes and an NDA for fun?”

But now… his tone was different. Cornelius called the butler. “Go get the photo album from the study.” Soon, a glossy photograph was placed on the table before Alexander. Serena. She couldn’t have been more than nineteen. A crisp white blouse tucked into light-washed jeans, her hair pulled back into a high ponytail. She stood next to a hospital bed, smiling faintly at the camera. There was a subtle seriousness in her eyes, but she looked youthful, kind—genuine. That kind of beauty that wasn't put on. The kind that lingered.

Ten minutes later, the unconscious Ken woke up, his hands and feet bound, and looked around cautiously, catching a glimpse of Serena sitting across from him. "Serena, what are you doing?" "Don't you know what I want to do, trade you for my Mary, of course." Serena's face is impassive and she has a gun in her hand.

Of course Mia would have her number saved so intimately, so disgustingly, in Knox's phone. The message contained several explicit photos, clearly meant for Knox's eyes only. Serena felt her face flush hotly as she stared at the X-rated images. They showed a nude, curvaceous feminine form from the neck down, artfully posed in a variety of provocative positions that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Serena instantly recognized those luscious curves, that flawless tanned skin, as belonging to none other than Mia Collins. Her stomach twisted with a sickening combination of anger, heartbreak, and a sense of utter debasement.