Serena Kennedy Nude Novels & Stories

Lalisa could only whisper her name. Before she could say anything more, Seren’s tall, slender form appeared behind Kieran. She wore only a tight-fitting white tank top and grey sweatpants, revealing a perfect set of abs and a well-defined chest. A sly smile played on her beautifully sculpted lips. Her dark brown eyes swept over Lalisa from head to toe, undisguised.

SERENA For tonight's party, I opted for a fishnet jumpsuit, worn over nothing but my bare skin, nipple covers and a very razz denim cheeky shorts. I would be wearing knee high boots on my feet, but that would be once I'm dressing for the party. I tried out my outfit first in Willa's room few hours to the party time...and it seemed like I would be getting ready for tonight's party in her room... 'cause I was sure as hell that if I wore this in Knoxx's presence, not only would he tell me to change it, he would fuck me to oblivion.

She sneered Kennedy was too weak to stand, she knew trouble was coming and her voice was low to call for help, but. “He chose me." She managed to whispered Brenda smiled gently, "Hope you don’t mind me seeing you naked." With the words already spoken, she could say nothing more and could only force a smile and nod her head. After she agreed, Brenda moved closer and began unbuttoning her clothes. To avoid awkwardness, Kennedy closed her eyes and didn't notice Brenda's lingering gaze as she undid the buttons. Brenda bit her lip, her expression not exactly pleasant. If she hadn't seen wrong, Alpha Tyler had been holding a wet towel to wipe her body, hadn't he?

"You're going to have an escort over here to strip and get all sexy for you. Not telling me you're not going to fuck her." Kenny stepped over to the other side of the bed where his Nikon was set up on a tripod. "She's not an escort, she's model," he insisted. "Can I see a picture of her?" "Yeah, why not?" He tried to sound casual but couldn't pull his phone out of his pocket fast enough. He pulled up her page on the RI Models website and handed the phone to Danny. "Jenna Styles?" he laughed. "Sounds like a pornstar to me." He shook his head. "Goddamn, look at her!"

And maybe I kind of liked the pet name she had chosen for me a bit too much. “You can’t call me sir in public.” I replied, sitting back and enjoying the show. Her hips moved back and forth, which made her amazing boobs bounce up and down. “Then just in the bedroom?” “You know we shouldn’t.” Kennedy took off her dress, sitting on top of me in just her bra. She had no underwear on… Was this always her plan? “Remind me again, why?” I shook my head, my hands grabbing her hips, for her to stop. “You don’t want me to remind you why.”

Several full songs played. What snapped us out of our collective trance was when Serena decided to disrobe. First to go was the pullover she was wearing over her tank top. With her eyes still closed and her hips still swaying, she then she reached down and unbuttoned her shorts (she had changed clothes after our encounter earlier in the day). She shimmied out of the shorts, letting them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them. She was wearing a pair of plain white cotton panties. Next went the tank top, which she tossed on the floor. She was wearing no bra, so she was now completely naked but for the panties, still swaying to the music. She was just so stunning, so sexy, that lust soon ov

New Status: Serena Blackwood declared ALIVE Revocation Date: October 15, 2024 Approved by: New York City Department of Health & NYPD Serena stared at the document with wide eyes. "This... is impossible. How could—" "Kaevan used all his connections," Ethan cut in with a neutral tone. "He paid the right people, manipulated the system, even 'found' false DNA evidence showing that the woman who died wasn't Serena. The official story is: Serena experienced severe depression after the crisis in her husband's company three years ago, then disappeared without a trace. Everyone thought she committed suicide. But actually—she just... left. Underwent mental rehabilitation at a secret facility in Switze

Women begged to be with him. But that woman from the party said no. He took out his phone and looked at the number she gave him. A dangerous smile came on his face. “Serena Yale,” he said quietly. “You do not know what you started.” The next morning, Serena woke up in her nice apartment. Sunlight came through the windows onto her soft bed. She was naked under the sheets. She stretched her body. Her big breasts moved as she did. Her nipples got hard in the cool air.

I couldn’t wait anymore. Two days after the boardroom, I took Serena and Marcus to my private lounge on the top floor of one of my hotels. The room had a huge glass wall overlooking the city, soft lights, and a large circular couch in the middle. Serena walked in wearing a tiny red dress that barely covered her ass. She wasn't on a bra and no panties just like I told her. “Strip,” I ordered. Serena pulled the dress off slowly. She stood completely naked in front of both of us, her nipples hard and her pussy already glistening.

Seen from the cameras on top of the stairs, he looked perfectly fine and just like out of a Haunters episode: wearing black from head to toe, cargo pants, his astronaut sneakers, a hoodie under his street jacket, neat stubble, big bluish glasses showing under a baseball hat. To my surprise, he stood by the open door, waving at the people. A moment later I understood why, as smoking hot Serena got out of the car too. She was wearing a black dress so short, it looked more like a long top, and her pretty ass and her plastic boobs just about to pop up if she as much as breathed deep. “Serena.” “You know her too?” “Serena ugly.” “Shut up, even I would fuck her.” “Inside.”