Donna Pinciotti Nude Novels & Stories

She quickly shrugged it off her shoulders and with a little help from Dick it was soon draped over the chair under her ass leaving her sitting there in a black lace-trimmed bra that cupped her generous tits, a matching garter belt that held up her dark stockings, and a pair of silk panties that were drenched in the crotch and shoved part way up her cunt by her finger. The guy on the screen then flipped Tina over and pushed her all the way onto the bed. He pulled her panties off, pushed her legs apart then leaned down to start eating her pussy. The location of the single camera and the guy's position gave only a few-frame glimpse of Tina's naked pussy, but Ron had captured it, enlarged it, an

Santino's POV Santino stood before the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, his long fingers drumming restlessly on the mahogany desk. As night fell, his agitation grew. Getting rid of Jessy was just the first step. Now, he had to get back what was truly his. His top aide entered and handed him a top-secret file. "Don, we've found the Donna. She's in Lumina, on the West Coast. She opened an art gallery." He opened the file. The first thing he saw was a telephoto shot.

Her silver Lurex G-string clung to her pussy like a wet stamp, and the straight line of her crease could easily be seen through the damp material. Patty, a plump brunette, wore a pair of cut-down jeans with the legs hacked so high that only a thin strip of denim was left between them. She had nothing on underneath, and had pulled them up into the crotch so tightly that the two separate halves of her sexual fruit were openly on display, the seam only just visible as it emerged from between her lower lips. The fact that she had carefully removed every trace of pubic hair made it all the more intriguing. ‘Meet Jo and Celine,’ Armina said, slipping her arm round Karen’s waist and leading her to

"Following the rules now only begins to repay what you did before. "It doesn't earn you another chance with me." "I understand." He stepped back behind the line. As he walked away, his hand closed into a fist at his side—not in anger, but in the kind of helplessness Lucas Visconti had never shown anyone in his life. He was learning what it felt like to want something he couldn't command. That evening, Noah disappeared. The dispatch center received a video of him bound in the old port's east warehouse, with an explosive device beside him.

Mia stumbled in, clutching the corner of her apron, her face white as a sheet. She saw me and flinched. Then she dropped to her knees on the floor. "Don…" her voice was a trembling whisper. "It… it was the Donna." My ears started ringing. "I... I saw her with my own eyes. She injected something... into the baby's IV line."

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.

“W-what are you doing?…put me down” Her request was obviously ignored and Donn carried her to the bathroom. He put her down in front of the huge glass cubicle. Her back rested against it while she faced him stark naked. Technically they were both naked but Rose’s hair fell over her chest. Her appearance right now was rather alluring, she looked flushed and blushed pink from embarrassment. The thought of being completely bare before Donovan was eating into her consciousness and Donn didn’t make it easy as he kept on staring wholesomely.

"Crazy bitch, still trying to fight back? You better lick my shoes clean right now. Otherwise, you're not leaving this room today." "You're the crazy one! I'm the Donna of the Rossi family. My husband Vincenzo is Don Rossi, and you're making me lick your shoes?" I thought they'd stop their nonsense once they heard my identity. Instead, they exchanged glances and burst into even wilder laughter. "You really won't give up, will you? You didn't even finish school, you show up at a bar dressed like a hooker, and you dare claim to be the Rossi family's Donna? Aren't you afraid the Don will come after you?"

"All the years of hard work, my dear. It has all paid off. I am immensely proud." I tried to absorb their kindness, to let their joy lift me back up, but my gaze kept straying to the empty space where Kiara had stood. A moment later, a woman in a sleek black suit approached me, skillfully navigating through the well-wishers. "Excuse me, Miss Smith?" she said, her voice polite but firm. "My name is Janice. I work for Signor Volkov, the primary sponsor of the competition." I nodded, still dazed. "Yes?"

************************* DON POV Entering my private jet with my sexy girl and her friends, I couldn’t help but notice her as who was wearing a sleeveless top which shows all her big boobs and she was flaunting all her boobs because she was talking with her friends, I also noticed she's not wearing a bra cause her nipples is piercing through her top. I looked at myself and realised am about to have a hard-on, which made me to lure her inside the toilet giving her a good f**k and I was as well covering her mouth with my hands so that she won’t scream, as her friends were all busy taking pictures all over my jet. I fucked her countless times in the rest room. Coming out of the toilet wit