Wendy Corduroy Hentai Novels & Stories

And Cordelia will teach her everything. [Cordelia's Pov] I woke up very horny. The kind of restless, throbbing need that made my thighs clench and my skin burn. I lay there for a moment, eyes half-lidded, my body humming with raw desire. My sheets were twisted around my legs, damp from the night before. I had spent over an hour fucking myself senseless with Monster Matt, my thickest, longest dildo. It was ten inches of veined silicone that filled me to the brim and stretched me in the best ways.

On the screen, Asher’s thick, long fingers hooked a pure white pair of panties with pink lace. “Asher!!” Wendy screamed outright, her pink cheeks instantly turning completely red, spreading to her neck and earlobes. “How could you take…” Ugh, she was too embarrassed to even say it. Wendy’s face was red enough to drip blood. “What are you going to do with it? You’re not allowed to use it for anything weird! You… you really…” “So small,” Asher remarked, weighing the lightweight fabric in his hand and frowning. “It didn’t feel this small when I was taking them off you.”

I for one could care less about who she slept with or did not sleep with, she was good enough to satisfy me and that was all I needed from her. Wendy definitely heard them groan at her arrival but she chose to ignore them like she always did and walked up to me instead. As a fully mature werewolf, she was about 5'5'' in height and had a short brunette hair with a fringe that stopped right on her eyebrows. She always wore make up that sometimes made her look like an emo. And her style of clothing was always too revealing or a skirt. A lot of people called her names related to prostitution and I have watched her hurt them equally because of the same reason. But considering I was above her in r

I felt more relaxed and calm already. “You won’t loose me Lena.” I said sharply, merging my lips with hers. But before I could lose myself completely— BAM! The lounge door burst open. I groaned, snapping my head toward the doorway. Wendy. Crying. Shaking. Completely disheveled. Her brunette hair was a tangled mess, mascara streaking down her cheeks as she clutched her arms. “Fuck” I cursed under my breath. Not now. Lena immediately sat up, pulling her robe around herself.

I removed the pee soaked robe and dutifully lent over the sink. Wendy came behind me and pulled my legs as far apart as they would go still allowing me to rest with my elbows on the sink. She then emptied the tub of yoghurt over my lower back and let it run down my arse crack before dripping onto the floor. She grabbed handfuls of the stuff and massaged it into my pussy and all round by arse. Then selecting two of the largest carrots, she lightly pushed one into my cunt and the other into my arse hole where she left them and returned to her seat. "Now Mary, remain resting on your shoulders and with a hand on each carrot I want you first to pee yourself again and then you will fuck yourself."

"We can all kill some time with her while our Master's are fucking Evelyn." "How old are you?" Jerry asked. "I just turned nineteen last month," Wendy replied, shyly, trying not to stare at Jerry's obvious prick. "Have you ever had sex before?" Chen asked. "Kissing, petting, with boys mostly, though I did kiss a girl once." "When you say petting, how far did that extend?" Wendy blushed, hard to see from her complexion, but the attitude was clear. "The boy had my bra off and was sucking on my nipples while he rubbed my pussy through my jeans," she whispered, eyes downcast.

She was only brave when it came to bullying him. - Wendy entered the room, which was empty. She then placed the chicken soup on the table. Suddenly, she caught a faint smell. It was subtle—almost undetectable—but Wendy's sharp senses picked up on it immediately. She closed her eyes, and then, without warning, collapsed onto the bed. The door creaked open, and someone entered quietly. It was Hank Landon, Lilian's nephew, a lazy young man who sponged off his family's wealth. He approached the bed with a sinister grin.

She introduced. “Nice to meet you,” She said as she finished off standing and Hayley smiled doing the same still wondering why everything seemed creepy today. Wendy was a bit tall, she was caramel-skinned, with black straight hair and a tattoo on her neck, brown eyes, and brown upper lip with a pink lower lip which was typical to most of African descent. They walked over to the counter dropped the tray and headed into the hallway. Wendy was adamant about keeping her company. Hayley disliked this at first but Wendy seemed cool and slowly appealed to her. “You were pretty active in Chemistry class.” Wendy complimented.

The coffee splatters on my nice suit. "Listen." She says. "I'm not Dani Fox. I won't let you play with me. If you mess with me, I'll shìt on you. Literally." I scowl at her as she walks like a robot to the door. "You stained my suit!" She stops at the door to turn around and look at me. "That was the plan." She winks. "Told you I'll make you take it off." Wendy is crazy. ****

She looked at Rex hatefully and asked, "What are you doing?" Rex put his hands on the desk, and his eyes were as cold as ice. "If I wanted to do, I'm afraid you would be naked now." This asshole! Wendy turned around and was about to leave when Rex said, "Wait for me tonight." "No." Wendy buttoned up her clothes and touched the wetness on her neck. Her mind was in turmoil. "Don't move," Rex said in a deep voice. Then he walked over step by step and stood behind Wendy without making any other movements.