Novel & Cerita Damiano David Nude

“It feels like everything we do is new for you.” My pulse throbbed in my ears. I didn’t answer. Damian leaned in, his forehead resting gently against mine. His voice was a whisper—intimate, velvety, dangerously tender. “Vivian,” he breathed. “Are you… a virgin?” My heart dropped straight to my stomach. Heat flushed my cheeks. My fingers curled into his shirt instinctively. The air between us felt thick, charged, impossible to breathe. He felt my breath hitch and cupped my waist again, his touch slow, careful.

He placed her on his bed gently like she was an egg that he didn’t want to break. He trailed his lips down to her boobs sucking on her perfect tits, while he took off his pants leaving only his briefs. He trailed up his neck taking in her sweet vanilla scent. He slowly pulled her panty off and her coochie lips where glistening with moist. A groan escaped his mouth and he took a moment to admire her body and he found her looking at her. Damon pulled her up slowly to him and she sat up straight. He took his briefs off, and stroked his dick while leaning down and giving her a kiss which she gladly returned.

Little blondie bitch must have been stunned because she just came hobbling out on her 8 inch heals yelling incoherently. "Friend of yours?" I ask Damian and he just smirks as he drives off. Yea, I didn't think they were together. Looks like I made my first enemy here.

“Yeah, but not-“ He cut me off with a laugh making me pout. “I am okay, babe. Nothing a cold shower can’t handle.” “You know I am more than willing to shower with you, right,” I said in a seductive tone as I bit my lower lip. He stared at me with so much lust in his eyes that made my flesh tremble in anticipation. “Soon, love. Soon.” He stole a quick peak on my lips before exiting the car. I glared at his retreating back, a cruel smile on my lips. “Wrong move, Vincenzo Romano.”

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

“I would pay you three million pounds for it, and also assist in recovering your father's company.” “I can't agree to this. I've always wanted to build my career and marriage is not part of my plan, not even a contract marriage…”. Sophia said Damien cut in, “I'm not asking you to agree” I frowned, “what?” “I'm asking you to think about it”. Damien paused before he continued, “you don't have to answer today”. He opened a small drawer in his desk and brought out a small business card. “My direct number”, he said, placing the card on his desk. “Whatever your answer is, call me”.

He stepped into the light, tall, muscular, with sharp cheekbones, dark messy hair, and intense gray eyes that had been undressing me since the moment I walked in for this private midnight photoshoot. I let the robe fall to the floor, standing completely naked under the bright spotlight. The cool air kissed my skin, hardening my nipples instantly. Damien’s gaze raked over my body slowly, hungrily. “Perfect,” he murmured, circling me like a predator. “Hands above your head. Arch your back.” I obeyed, raising my arms, pushing my breasts forward. The camera clicked rapidly as he moved around me, capturing every angle. “Turn slowly,” he said. “Let me see that ass.”

“Yes. Everyone and their moms are into me.” Oh wow, who would've thought that the school's golden boy was a raging egomaniac. “Nahh dude, I'm still putting my money against that. I'm not even sure the dude’s completely straight.” Damian scoffed, and I heard the unmistakable sound of him taking a long, slow swallow of his drink. “You're blind then, and I'll totally enjoy proving you wrong when I finally show you the video of him on his knees with my cock in his pretty mouth.”

"But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed." Very quickly, I opened my eyes. Damon was making out with her. He was sleeping with my friend, Cassandra. "No, I can't believe this..." I whimpered, my eyes growing red instantly. The box of pizza slipped off my hands and the snacks littered the floor. I couldn't control it. "Damon, how dare you sleep with my friend?!" "Annie..." Damon said, surprised that I was present watching both of them fuck in bed. "Go deeper, Damon," Cassandra rasped, holding deep breaths to take the pleasure in as she enjoyed it the most. "What's that poor thing doing with you? Haven't you dumped her for the last two months?"