Maddy Fields Nude の小説・ストーリー

"God, Hunter. Your abs are firmer than my ass. Fuck, you are rippled and toned and bulging and...Fuck I can eat you up." "Finished drooling? You can pick up that jaw." "Damn, Hunter." "Why you not in the lounge?" Then I drop my pants. "Oh my god, you are naked." "That kind of happens when you are trying to change." Oh no! I know that look. This is not happening. I am at a slight disadvantage here, being naked and all. And now I have a hungry Maddison about to come down on me. Fuck. The little vixen has so casually slipped her arms around my waist. If there is ever a moment that I thought I would slowly die, then Maddison has just made me die a thousand deaths with every inch she pulls me clo

I needed to know what I was looking at. “Are you feeling alright, Bethany?” The thin woman asked in a whisper. She was talking to me. I must be in Bethany, whoever that was. I nodded Bethany’s head. The other woman seemed to relax. “She’s doing Bryant now.” She pointed with a nod. I looked where she pointed and saw Madison standing nude with a man in sweatpants and a t-shirt kneeling in front of her. She was holding his throat and he was vowing to serve me and Conric or die. I felt a deep sense of pride. She was perfect.

It's like her father's death made a gap on their family, slowly ripping them apart and Serra always took the effort on getting all the pieces back again. She turned and headed toward the field. The farm was a bit far so she ran. The wind hit her face sending tendrils of hair flying behind her head. Her heart hammering against her chest as she come near the field. There she saw Maddy, short and chubby; her hair was short like a man's haircut. Her face was very annoying to look at: big puffy eyes, wrinkled forehead, a long overgrown nose full of blackheads and a chapped lip. She was talking to someone. If she saw Serra now she would be shouting loudly across the field, calling her names. But l