Wendy Cutie Nude Novels & Stories

She winks and then turns on the music, while Nicholas just lays back, watching her. Wendy takes off the transparent black jacket she has on, letting it fall to the ground right in front of him, her red thongs and bra exposed to him. He swallows hard and attempts to touch her but she moves away and gives him a smirk, as she dances harder. “So, we’re playing hard to get.” He grins, and then continues to watch her. She whines her waist to the music before walking slowly to the center of the room where the strippers pole is and then climbs it. she takes two steps forward and then wraps her hands around the pole, her eyes not leaving his eyes as she bites down on her lips in a manner than made Ni

“No, I couldn’t possibly—” “Nonsense. I haven’t worn that piece in years,” Wendy cut me off, grinning. “Now, let’s do something with that hair.” I found myself seated in front of the small mirror above the dresser as Wendy gently combed through my hair. She carefully selected some strands and began pinning it up into a rather intricate updo. “You have such lovely features,” she murmured as she worked. “And your height—it’s perfect for a Luna. A true beauty among werewolves.”

Keira grinned. "Dang. Ian is not here to give me that," she grumbled as she took notes. Wendy's Room Wendy was humming a Christmas song; however, it sounded more like a horror theme. "All I want for Christmas is you," Wendy sang as she cut photos of Keira’s face out of an original photo of the couple. She burned Keira’s face as if chanting a spell and then pasted her own face over it. She continued until the door opened. She stopped and glanced toward it.

I resolved that I was going to wear my shirt untucked the rest of the summer, to provide at least a little bit of cover for all the unauthorized boners I was going to experience. Honestly, the bending over was just the cherry on top. Wendy was a total dime-piece. She had dirty blonde hair, seemingly genuine in color, with bangs in front and shoulder length in back, framing a cute round face with wide blue eyes. She had some meat on her bones, but it was all smooth and sleek, with not a bump or lump to be observed... other than the two magnificent, swelling, softball-sized lumps in front. Her hips and ass were rounded and generous, but not enough to keep up with her torso, leaving her with a

JULIA About two hours later, a nude Wendy stepped out onto the patio with a cheery hello, followed by a young black male who looked like an athlete, and a slim but busty white woman, both of them appearing to be Wendy's age. They both still had clothes on, unsure if this was something they were ready to do yet. Since she contacted us, we'd had to feed Lucas and he was sitting in his shaded playpen. After swimming laps some more, we'd all gotten in the hot tub again, so we weren't exactly visible ourselves.

Wendy’s POV My jean pleated mini skirt went off first, dropping to my ankles. Damien’s nostrils flared as I reached forward, unbuttoning my black crop top. It came off easily, considering how tight it was. It fell to the white ceramic tiles of his office, leaving me in nothing but my thong and the flimsy bra that left nothing to the imagination. “Take it all off, Wendy. Don’t make me have to punish you more than already necessary.” He leaned back against his desk, gesturing for me to continue.

Wendy nodded her head and followed me back to the others. "Okay wendy, one hundred push ups." She nodded getting down to do as I said. "Is she okay?." Katie asked. I nodded. "She will be." Katie smiled. "This is going to be fun." "Oh yeah." …………….

It was too late to go back to my room now that they had seen me. Not knowing where else to go, I headed for the table with the ice sculpture and admired it. It wasn't as if anyone was trying to chat me up. As I stood there, Wendy came over to me. Her long black hair was styled in an elegant updo that complimented her face. She even had her lips in this bright red color that I could never pull off. Her dress was a bright red cocktail dress which she paired with six-inch heels. I could barely walk in two-inch heels. She had some courage for wearing those.