Stephanie Reyes Nude Novels & Stories

Stephanie gripped her tiny ass cheeks tighter as she continued, "When I was teaching you yoga, you have no idea how hard it was for me to see you in all of those poses right in front of me. To feel your body as I helped you position yourself properly. I wanted to rip your shorts apart and smash my face in your pussy. I wanted to fuck you right here on the floor. I imagined the startled cries and squeaks you would make as I began to lick and suck your pussy giving way to sighs of contentment and moans of pleasure as you succumbed to my stimulations. In the shower, I wanted to hold you from behind and slide my fingers down to your nipples and clit and show you what pleasures a woman can give y

she adds as she lowers her head and licks around the dome of my cockhead. "I like what you're doing," I answer but I'm still watching the camera feed on the laptop. Stephanie has shrugged out of her bra and released her sizable breasts with a flirtatious shake. It's hard to tell but she appears to be in her late twenties or early thirties, with long blonde hair and an hourglass figure -- large breasts, flat stomach and curvy hips. "Do all white women shave?" Jasmine asks, glancing at the screen as Stephanie finishes peeling off her lacy thong, revealing a smooth pussy mound. She didn't say anything about the substantial boner her uncle is sporting.

In an instant, my Alpha and his mate were cleaned up and dressed once again in human attire. I observed Stephanie, now wearing a white sundress adorned with a floral dahlia print. The dress hugged her figure beautifully, accentuating her curves. The delicate fabric flowed gently as she moved, evoking a sense of grace and elegance. Her feet were adorned with black Grecian sandals that added a touch of sophistication to her ensemble.

I said with a smirk. "Well aren't you the bold little bitch?" Stephanie asked. She still wore her light blue skirt, but somewhere between the dumpster and me she had removed her blouse. Topless, she looked like a fucking goddess. "I think she needs to be brought down a peg or two," she said to her friends. Tina nodded, then called over her shoulder to the guys. "What do you think, boys? Shall we work the little bitch over?"

Stephanie exhaled, placed one palm on her cheek and held her phone in front of her face with the other hand. She listened. She had been pacing outside her compound on a video call with Tiffany. "Well it would seem that you and Kane are becoming attractively intimate these days." Tiffany appeared on Stephanie's android phone screen as she rode in the back seat of an Uber. She had lengthy black, and silkily hair. She was creamy silk in complexion. She had a bony face with a sharp jaw. She had thin, strawberry lips and a perfect set of teeth.

Maira coaxed Celestine. "OK." Celestine accepted her fate. 'I don't have anyone for which I will save my virginity. My only family is Celi. And to save her I can do anything even if it is to sell out my body.' Celestine let out a quivering breath. "Maira where is my reward?" Lisa asked pouting her lips. "Your big dick is busy in fucking Jennet's pussy." Maira said and laughed. "He can have me at night." Lisa smirked.

- She spoke softly, not wanting to falter in the eyes of the public. She linked hands with mine,her manicured nails digging into my cotton coat. I smiled, nodding with approval - Away from the paparazzi and from the public's probing looks, the only place where Irina could truly reveal her true colors. We took a sharp turn, disappearing from the public's view.

Why, even after being given a second chance and planning every step so carefully, could I still not escape this ending? I closed my eyes in despair, thinking history was about to repeat itself. Dad’s second whip was already raised high, this time coming straight for my eyes. It was over. At that critical moment, the Ethan who had been unconscious in Mary’s arms suddenly stirred and let out a weak sound. “Don’t… don’t hit Lucy…” Everyone froze. Ethan struggled to open his eyes, using all the strength in his little body to cry out in a soft, childish voice. “It was a man. A man who smelled like perfume pushed me down the stairs!”

For a long dreadful second, I kept my gaze straight before I finally turned my head. Lylah stood there, naked. The lamplight painted her in gold and shadow. Her red hair was damp at the ends, as if she had just stepped from the shower. Her chest rose and fell too fast. Her nipples were tight, pebbled peaks in the cool air of the room.

The cool night air kissed her bare skin, making her nipples harden instantly. She stood before him fully naked now, pussy still glistening from her earlier orgasms. Reyes drank in the sight of her, his cock visibly straining against the front of his uniform pants. He reached down and unzipped himself, pulling out his thick, hard length. It throbbed heavily in his fist as he stroked it once, twice, eyes never leaving her exposed body. “Turn around,” he ordered, voice rough with lust. “Hands on the hood. Ass out.”