Donna Pinciotti Nude Novels & Stories

"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?"

the host asked, trying to mask her confusion with a fake smile. Donovan took out his phone and showed it to the host who took it. “I want that on the large screen, I want everyone to see it.” He told her and she nodded. Quickly, the pictures of Jasmine were displayed on the screen, and then the covered pictures of her 18+ images that were previously exposed on the internet. “Isn't this the con artist? The liar and stripper girl.” The host gasped. “You call her that one more then and I am going to have your lips stapled!” Donovan groaned. The lady took both her lips into each other with fear on her face. She tried masking it with a smile but it didn't just flow.

"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?"

Her dark nipples were already hard peaks; she kept idly circling one with her fingertip while watching the others with heavy-lidded eyes. Across from them on the matching chaise: Simone Carter, twenty-nine. Athletic build, tawny skin, short auburn curls, a constellation of freckles across her shoulders and chest. Naked except for a thin silver choker. Legs spread casually, one foot propped on the edge of the coffee table, fingers lazily tracing her own slit—already glistening.

************************* 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

Shirtless, with only an apron covering his perfect body, he moved confidently, his biceps flexing with each motion. I couldn’t help myself—I stared. I gawked. My eyes trailed over him like he was a sculpted masterpiece, taking in his broad shoulders, the defined lines of his chest, and the ridges of his abdomen. The kitchen lights danced across his skin, highlighting every detail. My heart skipped a beat. 'Stop it, Sophia,' I scolded myself, realizing I was drooling. There were a million things I could do to that body if given the chance. I blinked twice, shaking off the inappropriate thoughts, but as I raised my eyes, I caught William’s gaze.

That beach day last summer on her twentieth birthday, her bikini just four tiny triangles of red cloth barely big enough to sling her heavy breasts, so thin they showed her peaking nipples and the cameltoe outline of her vagina slit, caught by my camera in all but p**n poses! My hand strokes and tugs frantically as I think of those bikini pictures I took of her, and my lust and sex pleasure swell to the point of no return! Other images – more erotic now! My sweet young daughter nude in the poses I’ve ogled p**n girls in. On all fours just in high heels and sheer black nylons, her knees wide and her vagina slit peeping out between her bum cheeks ready for me from behind! Now we’re naked toget

I could see Dominic turning to look at her too as she handed me her phone and the image on the screen made my blood go cold. It was me: a photoshopped, nude image of me, my face carefully inserted into a grotesque, altered body. The caption beneath it in bold red letters: whore.

I ran back to the library to my uncle Harry's computer. The first one I insert in the DVD drive is labeled NST01. There is also an NST02, NST03 and NST04. The computer is in auto-play mode and it mounts the DVD. There is an MS-Word file, an mpeg video file and a folder full of jpeg files. I open the jpegs first because I want to see if they are pictures of Nicole. They aren't. They are pictures of an older woman about my mom's age. The pictures show her in various stages of undress, then various nude poses; bent over, legs spread, masturbating and some close ups of her erect nipples and wet pussy lips. She's a very attractive woman and my cock is responding, especially to the one with her le

"Donna Darnicks didn't have any breasts when we were twelve, which is why she let you go that far to begin with." "Still an erogenous zone. Call me when you have your first vagina encounter. Or hell, I'll entertain this when you get fingered by a girl." "God, Ronnie, you act like I should be slutting it up." Her long fingers closed the magazine she hadn't really been reading. And her face was masked with a devious grin. "You should be...with Collier. When are you going to stop acting like you're Cuntzilla on the prowl and go back to what you know?"