Che Mack Nude の小説・ストーリー

Mike stated, "Not as a maid. Don't worry, I will help you register for the exam so you can write it here. I'm hungry." Mike helped Lara zip up her dress, and he crossed an arm around her shoulder, startling Lara, who stiffened. Mike pulled her gently, closer to himself, and he said to her left ear, "You don't have to always act shy with me. Besides, you've seen me naked before, and I'm sure I'm not ugly to you. Some women will have to pay me heavily first before they can see my nude, but I allowed you to see it for free, so be free with me, okay?"

They say your life flashes before your eyes when death is imminent. That's not quite true. It's a perpetually fast stream of dreams, failures, and fucking what ifs. Or at least, that's how it was for me. People call me Mak but my real name is Madison Abigail Kinlock. I'm standing in an underground parking garage in downtown Phoenix with pepper spray pointing at a cheating douchebag. The temperature is over a hundred degrees, and sweat is dripping down my brow and into my eyes, causing them to burn. The douche, Harry Dandridge, seems to think his bat will one-up my pepper spray. He could be right.

the voice chimed again, Hesitantly I opened my eyes and is greeted by my mate, all dressed in a sleeveless tank top and black leggings, with her hair tied up in a bun, she seemed like she was going out for a run. My eyes roamed her body and I licked my lips staring at those luscious Twin Peaks that called unto me, my cock twitched in my pants, “ Liam, are you even listening to me,” Macy lets out with her hands on her waist. “ Yea, um, baby you are going out for a run, right?” I inquired, with a confused look.

Then the two older men looked at Mack standing there with the smirk growing on his face. Then he saw the face paint the kids did on them. He started to laugh at them. “You both are a sight to see.” Mack finally said. “I don’t know how you do this,” Gabe said with a laugh. “I mean every day.” Mack pulled out his hand and showed them his own nails, which were clear but shiny. “It is doable at any time, but there have to be limits.”

The tail disappeared under his dark whorls of chest hair, making me wonder if it wrapped around one of his nipples. Tattoos didn’t look good on everyone. I’d met a guy once who could’ve camouflaged himself by standing in front of a gas station bathroom wall. But on MacKenna, standing there half-naked and powerful… I swallowed hard and dragged my gaze back up to his face, only to find him regarding me steadily, one eyebrow raised. I’d meant to bang the door open and come out swinging, verbally speaking, and his nudity had taken the wind right out of my sails. Damn him.

I opened my mouth to explain myself to Kayleigh, but before I could say a word, a cold liquid poured down from the top of my head. Gerald Shaw stood there in front of everyone, casually emptying a full glass of red wine over me. His eyes were full of contempt, his tone filled with unconcealed mockery. "A toad like you thinks he can be with a swan? Take a look at yourself. This is a 1982 Lafite. You couldn't even afford a glass of it with a month of your salary. "Honestly, you should be thanking me. Without me, a broke loser like you would never get the chance to wash your hair with something this expensive." He then burst into loud laughter.

As Crystal watched her mother being taken away, she burst into loud sobs. Her wailing echoed in the room as I handed the officers a backup of the mansion’s security footage. A short distance away, the reporter passed me his phone and signaled for me to check it. I was led to a social media platform. A video titled [Twist of Cheating Scandal: Wife Mistaken for the Mistress, Here’s the Shocking Truth…] had been uploaded. There was a bright red tag beside it. [Trending.]

Hearing my steady breathing, she buried her chest against Stanley's face. Stanley exhaled sharply, unable to resist. His hand lifted her skirt, reaching beneath it. "You devil, hurry up!" Nancy gasped, her voice trembling with faux urgency. What followed was the unmistakable rhythm of their bodies moving together. My tears spilled silently. They had the audacity to carry on right in front of me, without a shred of shame. Before long, a low growl marked the end of their act, followed by the rustling of clothes as they dressed. Nancy left with a satisfied smile, leaving Stanley to finish the moxibustion.

"You should stop changing the subject, Madison—we're talking about the bastard you're carrying in your belly right now. "You see, the records in the notebook have made it clear that you only slept with Anthony three weeks ago, but the ultrasound says you're six weeks along. Who exactly is the father of the child, Madison?" I clenched my fists until my fingernails dug into my palms, the sharp pain helping me hold onto my last shred of composure. I stared directly at Anthony, who was standing behind Emily, and asked, "Do you not believe me too, Anthony? Do you think I've been cheating on you?"

All the color drained from her face. Benjamin shot to his feet, pointing at the photos. "Tyler... what is this? Where did that $50,000 go?" "N-No. It's not what it looks like! Lindsay, please. Let me explain!" Tyler went pale. For the first time, he looked scared. He lunged for the papers. I shoved him away. "Explain what? How you kissed your old flame backstage at graduation while my mom was in cancer surgery?" He hit the floor. I looked down at him.