Wendy Fiore Nudes Novels & Stories

The answer, unfortunately, was not what I wanted. “You have to cum in her.” Wendy said bluntly. “I can’t just do this on demand any more,” I told her, “I need to be inspired, not turned off.” “We are running out of time, David. What does turn you on then?” Wendy was looking at me and this was the first time I had really seen her since I had gone in to the warehouse. Her hair was tied up in a loose disheveled ponytail, she had no makeup on but looked more distinguished rather than older, she wore a khaki shirt that was wrinkled and stained from being lived in for too long, the top couple of buttons undone showing the sheen of sweat on her tits. She had a rather wrinkled long skirt on and a pa

Wendy got on her hands and knees, pushing her bum up and back, giving Dan an exquisite view of her pretty red arsehole and plump wet pussy. "Oh, wow," he said, happy at his choice. "Let me just try out your cunt...," he said before sliding into her. As he fucked her, Helena slid under her into a sixty-nine position and began to lick her from below. Under Ella's direction, Lin began to tongue Wendy's gorgeous rosebud bumhole, using lots of saliva to really lubricate her well. Ella took Dan's hands and placed them familiarly on her breasts. Unsurprisingly under such extreme attention, Wendy lost her calm professional demeanour and swore out loud as her first orgasm shuddered through her. In fa

Walder said he had succeeded, but he still hadn't sent her the video she asked for. Wouldn't she win Stanley back if she showed him a video of Fiora getting tarnished? While she was formulating a plan to win Stanley back, the door to her ward swung open. Looking up, she saw Fiora walk in, flanked by two imposing bodyguards in black suits. Wendy instinctively turned wary. She understood the need to act according to the situation. Given her current vulnerable state, she shrank back, not daring to speak. Fiora approached Wendy, casting a disdainful glance down at her as if she were a mere insect. "Why so quiet today? What happened to your sharp tongue? Cat got your tongue?"

Fiona’s voice was blunt. Wendy smirked, crossing her arms. “Relax, girl. I’m here to see Lyon. Where is he?” Fiona frowned deeply, setting the tray down on a table. “Mr. Lyon isn’t here.” Wendy’s smirk faltered slightly, but she quickly hid it. “His door was open.” “That doesn’t mean you can just walk into someone’s house,” Fiona shot back, stepping closer. “Is that so?” Wendy sneered. “Where is he then?”

He did not expose the fact that Harvey was riding on an electric bike. Harvey responded but did not care about the seat. Instead, he looked around in a circle. There were not many pretty girls in the class back then. However, Wendy was still so pretty. She deserved to be a goddess. Wendy was dressed up in business attire. Her perfect body was flawlessly shown to the fullest, just like a ripe peach. It was so seductive and attractive.

Her modest neckline had slipped, revealing more than intended. Nevertheless, Felix had spent the past three years with his six beautiful fellow apprentices and was entirely immune to such distractions. "What do you want?" he asked. Wendy answered in a hurry, "Thank you for saving my grandfather. I sincerely apologize for everything that happened this morning." Felix frowned. "You've already apologized. Now, can you let him drive me back to the city?" Wendy was genuinely puzzled. She was a successful CEO well-known for her beauty and had plenty of admirers. Yet, Felix, brimming with youthful vigor, seemed completely unaffected by her charms.

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.

Fiorella pouts and creaks her ear. She looks around and there are lots of women with different kind of exposing dresses, dancing quite erotically with men, Fiorella sighs and shifts her gaze to the right corner of the bar, she sees a girl shamelessly naked, her skirt is raised up and a guy is fûcking her from behind, her mouth is wide open obviously moans are escaping from them, but what shocks Fiorella is when another guy comes and blocks her front, he starts fûcking the girl but it looks like he is using his fingers. "Disgusting," Fiorella frowns and turns away.

Wendy called out Kieran's name in a breathy voice. "Alpha... you want me, don't you? Hurry up... fuck me." Wendy used the filthiest words to tempt Kieran's desire. The next second, her body was lifted into the air and thrown heavily onto the bed. She cried out. A rough, large hand caressed her face and moved downward. Wendy closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting out soft sounds. She even started removing her own clothes. Yet when that burning hand touched Wendy's neck, it suddenly tightened and gripped her throat hard.