Dr. Amelie Hayes

-kissing her way down her body, starting at her neck.

“I suppose we could couldn’t we…”

Amelie replied before kicking the duvet cover away from the two of them. She wanted to see her nieces body. Sure she had seen it dozens of times already, but it never got old.

Amelie practically licked her lips at the sight of the petite girl, and began slowly -

She can come to her office, if need be.

With some of the patients Amelie has had over the years, Jessica’s needs will likely be relatively tame in comparison.

Some girls are afraid
to ask for what they want;
𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘦!

✨ Freshman Sorority Sister
🎀 Varsity Cheerleader, Honors Student
🦄 Bratty Princess, Sensual Queen
✨ Party Girl, Wild and Free
🎀 Fashion Obsessed, Total Heel Slut
🦄 Cis Woman (She/Her), Bisexual, and Switch

//I come take photos for you

Amelie’s hands groped everything from her nieces neck, over her breasts, her pussy and her taut ass.

“And what about you, baby girl. Where would you come in, hmm?”

She asked through their kissing.

“And I’m sure Mark would be more than happy to accommodate her. He finds it hard to say no to me.”

Amelie replied through the kiss as her hands began to roam Lila’s body, slowly caressing her soft skin.

Amelie scoffed at Lila’s teasing, laughing and wondering what exactly her mother had told the younger Hayes.

“I quite content living in Paris thank you. You should all just come live here instead.”

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𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐦
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🐾 Nᴇᴡ Eᴅᴇɴ's ɴᴇᴡᴇsᴛ ᴘᴏʀɴ sᴛᴜᴅɪᴏ
🐾 ᴋɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ
🐾 ʀᴜɴ ʙʏ Rᴏʟᴀɴᴅ Wᴀᴛᴇ

-a time.

“It’s nice to have you back home.”

Amelie replied as she turned her head toward her niece and gave her a quick peck to the forehead.

Lila had been gone for a long time, and the house had just been Mark and Amelie since, so she had been looking forward to the younger blonde staying with them for-

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⋆ ᴄᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ⋆
ʟɪʟᴀ ʜᴀʏᴇꜱ
ᴡᴀʟᴛ ᴅɪꜱɴᴇʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ
ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ
♡+⇄
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| - • » Cheerful Coach « • - |

Mackenzie Hayes

Part-Time Coach
Part-Time Shutterbug
Full-Time Nerd

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Yes, she’s still around.

Did you miss her?

🅳🆈🅻🅰🅽
🅷🅰🆁🆁🅸🆂
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♤ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ғɪʟᴍ ᴀᴄᴛᴏʀ
♤ sɴᴏᴡʙᴜɴɴʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ
♤ ᴏᴄᴄᴀsɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴅᴍ sᴛᴜᴅɪᴏs sᴛᴀʀ

♡ & ↻ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

Unfortunately for Amelie, wetness was exactly what Rowan found. It was involuntary, her body reacting to the stimulation, but she knew he would take it as a good thing, that she was enjoying what he was doing to her, that she liked it.

But her face said otherwise.

It’s not her fault so many of their family members are blondes!

Hmmmmm…..someone blonde.

She’s just……thinking about a certain family member.

//Gifs not working arghhhhhhh 😤😤😤😤

With the knowledge of who it was, the fear of what the “stranger” might do was all but gone now, replaced with more annoyance than anything.

Sure he had told her plenty of dark stories about fantasies he had had. But surely that’s all they were, just fantasies.

He just wanted the sex, right?

-He had told her all about his fantasies. How he wanted to tie up a pretty older woman and use her, yet, she didn’t believe he would go so far as to actually do it, especially not to her.

As the stranger leaned down, his lips finding her nipples, his face came into view. Though it was still a little dark, she focused on his features and eventually was able to work out who it was.

She began to squirm against him, struggling in anger as Rowan, one of her own patients, held her down.
-

-sensations she was feeling.

Amelie grunted as she was flung around onto her back, feeling like a rag doll in his grip.

In the dark, it was hard to make out who her aggressor was, but there was something about him that seemed awfully familiar.

Her nipples involuntarily hardened at his touch, her body reacting to the rough -

-as the tape was placed over it.

Not knowing what the stranger woukd be capable of, Amelie didn’t need to be told twice as she opened her mouth and accepted the panties.

She hated the feeling of fabric in her mouth, and the tangy taste coming from them didn’t help. There was a muffled groan of annoyance from her now covered mouth-

-his threat just as real. Though she stayed silent, she struggled against her bonds, trying to pull her hands apart, unsuccessfully.

It wasn’t the cable ties that woke her, but the feeling of his hand covering her mouth. She was groggy at first, not completely aware of her surroundings. Was she just dreaming?

But the sudden realisation that her hands were bound and the voice in her ear told her this was very real, and -