Wendy Marshall Nude Novels & Stories

The woman approached with practiced enthusiasm, her tone carrying a trace of awe. "Ms. Hall, the thousand custom wedding gowns Mr. Bryce ordered for you are ready. You're welcome to try them on anytime to see which one you like best." Wendy said nothing, her gaze drifting toward Grayson. He stood a short distance away, engrossed in something on his phone. His expression, unguarded for a fleeting moment, betrayed a hunger she recognized all too well. It was the same look she had seen in the illicit photos of him and the minor internet celebrity—the same gaze that spoke of raw, unbridled desire.

Adair's feet, just put on the car, the large open-air screen in the square opposite the church opened, and a picture appeared on the high-definition screen. A naked man, lying on a woman in a wedding dress. The man is a little fuzzy, but the woman in the wedding dress is clearly Ada Wood. Many high-definition photos are shown on the screen like slides. Wendy Smith, holding a microphone and stereo, stood under the outdoor TV to explain the photos.

and she went back to sucking me. Wendy just stood there and watched as if she couldn't believe her eyes. Just when I thought that she was going to turn around and leave she dropped her purse on the floor and started undressing. "I'm next and mine is fresher." Mom moved, stopped sucking me and then mounted me. As she was riding up and down on my pole Wendy came over and sat on my face. It was the start of a wild night and a wild visit.

But fate had a cruel joke in store for me. That day, her call never came. Instead, I saw a photo pop up on my social media feed. It was posted by Scott Marsh, a friend who loved to party and get into trouble. He was a fairly well-off businessman who was always on the prowl for women. In the picture, Scott had his arm around a woman and looked incredibly smug. And that woman was none other than Wendy. She was snuggled up against him, wearing a revealing dress I'd never seen before, with her makeup done just right.

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.

WENDY'S POV I was lying on the cold marble countertop, my chest rising and falling in jagged, desperate heaves. The contrast of the chilled stone against my back and the heat radiating from Nathaniel standing between my thighs was enough to make my vision blur. My legs were spread wide, my knees hooked up toward my shoulders in a vulnerable position that put every inch of my swollen, soaking pussy on display under the bright kitchen lights.

just as I said that, she strutted out with her hair half curled and she was standing in her bra and sweatpants glaring at me with a smirk. God damn. Wendy was like my bro and my best friend so it was hard to really see her through a sexual lens. But I wasn’t blind. She had an incredible body. Strong core, full tits and long gorgeous muscular legs. Her lips were naturally full and her eyes-piercing green.

A kind-hearted nurse caught her and asked, "What's wrong?" Wendy curled up and replied, "I... I fell in the water. How can I leave like this?" The nurse quickly embraced her, saying, "I'll get you a jacket. Don't cry." Wendy wept profusely, repeatedly thanking the nurse. The nurse felt embarrassed seeing Wendy in such a pitiful state. Wendy always knew her greatest asset was her ability to appear miserable, and she knew how to use it to her advantage. A few minutes later, wearing someone else's jacket, Wendy calmly walked out of the emergency building.

A red that calls for biting and kissing. I take my bottle of perfume. A drop at the base of my neck. One on my wrists. One last, intimate, between my thighs. An invisible promise, a secret weapon. He’ll only have to come close to be ensnared. When I straighten up, I feel my legs shaking with excitement. I glance at my reflection one last time. It is no longer Tania, fragile and hesitant, standing there. It’s a woman ready to bend Lucas, the man every woman desires, but who is waiting for me, tonight.

Wendy stared up at me, eyes wide and glassy, her chest rising and falling in quick, shaky breaths. Tears clung to her lashes, but she did not try to cover herself again. She just lay there, legs still slightly apart, thighs shiny with her own wetness, pussy swollen and pink and open like she was waiting for something real. I swallowed hard. My cock throbbed so bad it felt like it might split my jeans. Every dirty fantasy I had ever had about her was right here in front of me, naked and trembling and fresh from coming. The faint scent of her arousal hung in the air, sweet and musky, mixing with the vanilla candle burning on her dresser. “Wendy,” I said again, softer this time. My voice so