Carla Corvo Nude Novels & Stories

"LUCA CORLEONESI IS SEEN AT THE AIRPORT BIDDING THE ACTRESS MISS CANALIS GOODBYE. COULD THIS BE THE START OF A BLOOMING ROMANCE?" She quickly clicked on the article to read the rest of the story "Mr. Luca Corleonesi was sighted at the airport today where he went to see the actress Miss Sophia Canalis off. They were seen hugging and Miss Sophia had proceeded to kiss him on the cheek which he didn't decline. Mr. Luca Corleonesi was ranked number one top ten most eligible wealthy bachelors by Forbes earlier this year. Could this be the start of a blooming romance and the end of his bachelor life? Can't wait to find out."

A familiar face popped up on my screen, and I sat up with anticipation. There she was, the angel that captured my heart without having to lift a finger. She was bathed in the soft glow of the club, her body a canvas in a nude dress that left little to the imagination. Her figure was on full display through the soft material of her dress, the plunging neckline showcasing a tantalizing glimpse of her boobs. She sat with three other girls, her laughter captivating, her smile dazzling. The two girls next to her stared at her with an almost religious admiration. That's how beautiful Camila Colorado is.

Not to forget his promise to release every of her nude pictures that he had taken. Some days ago in her annoyance and the need to be certain she isn't being fooled by him. Leila had confronted Carl to let her catch a glimpse of them. He had been adamant at first, but she wasn't one to give up either. Her eyes had almost fallen out of the sockets when she saw her naked self.

"How dare you have that cocky look on your face!" Carlo throws his fist to me chin repeatedly and I could feel my strength falter. Just as I think I could take no more, the door opens again and Cora walked in, slowly, calculative. She eyed me from head to tone before her her gaze switched to Carlo. "What the fuck do you think you are doing Carlo? And here I was looking for you, not knowing that you were here, letting go of your sadistic desires," she snarled. Carlo reluctantly took a step back and looked at her.

This strange man who drove her body crazy with only his words. Suddenly the phone screen flashed with a notification. Carla grabbed it and clicked and a picture appeared. There in full color was a large, thick cock shaped exactly like the one that she had used inside her. Except this one was real. And covered in sticky white cream. “Oh...wow...that’s a gorgeous cock.” “And see what you did, my sexy Latino woman? You made me cum so hard. All of that is thanks to you.” “You made me cum hard too. So hard. Thank you.” “Do you want more?”

We both stalk over to them and Alessio moves off her and that’s when we see her pretty pink cunt, glistening with need. “No panties?” I say to her which comes out in a growl, I look at her face and then notice her nipples small little buds hardened and sticking out under her bra, “You have been a naughty girl Carina” I watch as she takes a shuddering inhale of breath and her chest rises and falls enticing us further. Luca speaks up “Let us taste you, Carina?” She nods her head eagerly and that’s all the permission we need before we all pounce on her.

When she was done, she didn't know how she walked back to the kitchen without falling on her face. “Oh my god! Did you see that hottie?" She grabbed Lisa and squealed immediately she entered. "Yeah, I saw. I saw how you were gushing and almost drooling all over the poor man!" "I was?..." Cora asked in surprise. She didn't know she was that obvious "Yes, Corazon!" Lisa rolled her eyes upward. "He's American. I can bet he's on holiday, looking for a pussy to make his time in Spain more enjoyable. So please get your head out of the cloud if you don't want to get hurt!" Lisa snapped

At dusk, I was alone in my studio. The New York skyline glittered outside, a river of stars, the Empire State Building a beacon in the dark. I stood at the window with a glass of Dom Pérignon, looking down at the city. Two years ago, I was Luciano Carbone's fiancée. Maya Cross's best friend. A supporting character in someone else's story. Now, I am Catherine Sterling. Designer. Entrepreneur. An independent woman. My phone rang. An unknown international number. "Miss Sterling, this is the editor-in-chief of Vogue Italia. We would love to do a feature on you."

She was so cute that Carlo couldn't help but want to bully her even more each time. After Cynthia's orgasm, Carlo swallowed the juices from between her legs in front of her, and Cynthia was so ashamed that she covered her eyes with her arms to avoid looking at the lustful sight. Carlo took her to the shower afterwards, seeing that she was too tired to open her eyes, so he didn't do anything else, and once he had cleaned her up, he took her back to the bed and held her tightly in his arms.

It’s been months since I’ve had sex, forced to lie beside her in bed while she gets off again and again with that damn vibrator, torturing me, forbidding me from touching her. "Take off the bikini!" I command. I watch her chest rise and fall with the arousal she feels. I continue pleasuring myself as I watch the pieces of her bikini drop to the floor. I almost pull her to the ground when her sun-kissed skin is completely exposed. Carolina is beautiful, with every mark and scar she carries on her body, the love marks from our children and even the scars from being Madame Suíça or simply from trying to help someone. I slide my hand slowly along my erection, noticing her growing urge to touch m