Daniela Santiago Nude の小説・ストーリー

A lady whose face wasn’t really shown lay on the bed, almost naked, except for the bra and panties she had on. But then, Santiago’s hand slowly tilted the face of the lady to face the camera… It was Renata, his wife. And the camera slowly panned to reveal the room. Santiago’s room. The bed Santiago once shared with his ex-wife. Domingo’s breath caught in his throat. His hands trembled. His vision blurred with rage. The phone almost slipped from his hand. “Renata…” he whispered. Then, slowly… too slowly, he replayed the video again, he wanted to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.

then I will see everything ruined. "Thea…" Santiago knocks on the door. I ignore it. I'm not going to open it. I won't let him see me as an idiot crying like a Magdalena. I undress and get in the shower. I let the water drown my tears and my sorrows. Five minutes later, I wrap myself in a towel and go out. I open the closet and start pulling out some pieces. I don't know where I'm going. I do not know in what conditions they will receive me there. I remember Santiago's wife, Daniela, with her silky hair and curious eyes. I remember that I am just the prostitute who fell in love with a millionaire ...

I spin on my heel, ready to run, but before I can bolt, several women move, blocking the exits. "Going somewhere?" someone sneers. I whirl back around just as Delilah steps forward, arms crossed, her sharp blue eyes narrowing. "Tell me it’s not true," she demands, her voice tight with something that sounds almost like desperation. "Tell me you’re not Alpha Elijah’s mate." I clamp my mouth shut. Then, someone shoves my shoulder hard. I stumble, and before I can react, hands seize my hair, yanking my head to the side. A sharp gasp ripples through the crowd as my marked skin is exposed.

Anyone with a good view or a pair of binoculars could potentially see the expansive deck and the gleaming pool. Elena stood at the edge of the water, completely naked, her body still bearing faint marks from the night before — light bruises on her hips from Damian’s gripping hands, reddened patches on her ass from his possessive spanks, and a constellation of hickeys across her breasts and inner thighs. Her skin glowed with a fresh tan and the sheen of sunscreen mixed with sweat. She felt exposed, vulnerable… and incredibly alive.

she whispered. "Me?" "Yes pretty, if you don't mind. Dance with me" "Sorry dude but I'm already taken" "It's just a dance" "What part of she doesn't want to dance with you don't you understand? Leave here this minute before I crack your skull open" Daniela yelled clinging onto the bottle on the table. "Woah, easy. I'm leaving" "I'm so horny right now, that hot dude over there will surely satisfy my urge. See you later girls" Daniela giggled away.

Santiago was pacing around the room and biting his nails. "You need to have seen how expensive she looks; I guess she feels you are no longer in her league." Daniel bit his finger more. He would show her which league he was in. Santiago left after a while of discussing with Daniel. As soon as Santiago was away, Daniel reached out for his phone. He started calling Margaret's phone number, hoping he would be able to get to her. But the many attempts he made to call her proved futile. Daniel bit his nails and continued pacing around the room.

Santiago. He looked stupidly gorgeous in a dark shirt rolled up at the sleeves, showing forearms that deserved their own movie. “Well, well,” he said with a slow smile. “Didn’t think you'd have the strength to come partying.” Sienna subtly nudged me. “I’ll… um… go talk to my grandma,” she squealed, dashing out of sight. Santiago and I chuckled at her behaviour before our eyes found their way back to each other. Santiago stepped closer, letting the music swallow us both. “You look beautiful,” he said.

Dante taunted. Renee curled her lips and had to let it go for now. Just then, Dante’s cell phone rang. Someone was calling for a video chat. As soon as Dante connected the video,Bianca saw Renee, who was raising her head, trying to block the nosebleed. "Is this your fiancée?" Hearing a female's voice, Renee lowered her eyes and saw a beautiful woman. This was the woman she saw in Spain. Dignified and elegant; as gentle as water.

I’m about a quarter of the way through when Ariana walks in. She eyes the ice cream and follows suit, pulls out the Cherry Garcia. We tap the cartons together “Cheers,” we say. “Okay, tell me what happened,” Ariana says with concern etched in the lines of her face. I gesture down my body, my cheeks blushing as I speak. “Well, you know, Santiago’s disgusted by me.” Ariana’s eyes scan my face and skim down my body. “Somehow, I doubt that.” “He stared at me then fled like he was evading arrest.”

I gave her a small nod, my cock already stirring in my pants. She stood up, slowly stripped off her elegant black dress, bra, and panties. Her body was gorgeous, full breasts, soft curves, smooth shaved pussy already glistening. She lay down on the thick rug in the center of the living room, legs slightly parted. Camila, a stunning Latina with long dark hair and dangerous curves, knelt between Susan’s thighs. She started slowly, running her hands up Susan’s legs, teasing her inner thighs, then gently spreading her pussy lips with two fingers.