Daniela Santiago Nude Novels & Stories

They muttered something like "kids these days" "Okay. Okay. That's enough" A smooth voice suddenly piped in. I turned around and my mouth literally drops. Daniella was wearing a two piece black bikini. It accentuated all her curves that made her look so gorgeous, her tattoos were on display and her piercings were shimmering against the sunlight. Her hair was down and it bounces as she takes a step. She approaches us and stops in front of me. I was out of words so I just keep on staring. Everything seems to be on slow motion. She slowly raises her hand and tipped my chin.

"Emily, please, I need to talk to you." I turned to see Daniela standing at the edge of the media crowd, looking nothing like the polished woman who'd once treated me like a servant in my own home. Her arm was still in a cast from the accident, her face thin and drawn. She wore a simple black dress that hung too loosely on her frame, and her eyes held the hollow look of someone who'd lost everything. "Daniela," I said, loud enough for the nearby reporters to hear. "What are you doing here?"

I stepped out of my room, ready to seduce him but to my surprise, Jake Carson stood there wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, showing off his muscular biceps. Why? I wanted to be the teaser for once. But here comes Jake, who wins the game without even playing it. “Come on doll. What are you waiting for?” He asks, more like states before removing some boxing gloves from a bag, “Stretch yourself and we will start soon.” He says, making me smile a little at my devious plan. I turned my back to him, and touched my toes. I heard him groan softy, making a huge smile appear on my face, “Danika…please don’t.” He grumbled as I stood up straight and gave him a confused innocent look.

Danielle opened her eyes, yawned, looked around, and then, smiling happily while stretching like a lazy cat. She sat up on the bed and leaned on the pillows. The sheets slipped and uncovered her nude body, but she didn't care at all. Her long blond hair barely covered her bare breasts.

he says, averting his eyes to inside the condo. I turn my attention to look at Camila, she was laughing with Eliza as they looked through what looked like a photo album. Camila was in one of her off her white shoulder dress shirts, exposing her slim shoulders, her skin looked soft and flawless as always. Blue ripped jeans and red stilletos, her hair was in a high ponytail, givng full view of her face.

Jovena replied descending the staircase. “I like your guts, I do love it, but can't you see it's not working out? Can't you read between the lines that you aren't wanted and never will?" Kathy intimidated. “ He'd get tired of a plain J---" Her mouth dropped wide open as Zoëlla emerged from the pool in her two-piece swimsuit. Her figure looked stunning. “Excuse me, say what now," Dante smirked as Sia came through the door. “Perra, ¿por qué no me dijiste que vendrías hoy?( Bitch, why didn't you tell me you were coming today?) " She said blatantly ignoring Jovena.

My parents went to bed only twenty minutes ago, so I really hope they’re already asleep. — Why would I tell you that? — I look at him, confused, as I close the door. He doesn’t answer or even look at me anymore—he’s staring at something, or someone, behind me. I turn quickly and see Daniela watching us with a little smile on her face. My eyes drop to her figure. She’s wearing high-waisted black jeans, a black knit top with a lacy purple cropped overlay, black biker boots, and a faux-leather jacket.

"I'm dressed up as Daenerys Targaryen." Santiago starts to laugh at me. "Calm down Conte," he takes a sip of his drink. "It's not that deep." I laugh nervously. "Sorry, I get easily get excited." Santiago grins at me. "Is that so?" "Yes." I say but then I quickly realize how that must have sounded. "Oh my God!" I cover my face with my hands as Santiago starts to laugh again. "I didn't mean it like that." "Hey," he removes my hands from my face. "I'm not judging."

Diana tisked as she walked in, spotting us on the sofa. “This has nothing to do with a physical interest.” Daniela scoffed, climbing off my lap. “Right… that’s why it looked like you were going to rip his clothes off and fuck him till dawn.” Diana snorted, setting a bag of groceries on the coffee table. “If I ripped his clothes off, it would be because I also wanted to shred his flesh.” Daniela denied.

He walked towards Don Dani's workroom and opened the door only to see the man screwing a woman who was none other than his girlfriend. “Zelina, you bitch!” He yelled. When she saw him, she didn't even flinch. She was Stark naked, bent over Don Dani's worktable and the man was drilling her from behind while grabbing onto one of her big breasts with one hand and pulling her hair with the other. “Get the fuck out of here, Juan!” Don Dani barked in response. Painfully, Juan walked out, shut the door, and sat down on one of the chairs outside the room, in an area that served as a low-budget waiting room.