Donna Pinciotti Nude Novels & Stories

I pushed open the door and found Lia Rossi, my sister, straddling Luca Corleone, my fiance. She was naked, her long blonde hair clinging to her damp back, and her legs were spread wide as she straddled Luca's waist. Luca, leaning against the leather couch with his shirt undone and his chiseled chest exposed, gripped Lia's waist with both hands and thrust upward in a steady rhythm. "Go faster, Luca!" Lia moaned loudly, her breasts jolting hard with each thrust.

she shrugged inwardly. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before… Ugh. There goes my dirty mind again… “I haven’t seen that movie,” he said gruffly. “So I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She grinned wider. “It would be an honor if you could paint me like Jack Dawson painted Rose DeWitt Bukater. I suggest you watch the movie and let me know what you think. I’m willing to pay, whatever the price.”

“Alright.” I hopped off the bed to get her phone. Danni reached back and undid her bra, letting her huge breasts fall out. Then she shimmied out of her panties and threw them on the floor. I had her phone code so I opened it up and navigated to the camera. I had to catch my breath when I looked at Danni. She was really gorgeous—slim with big breasts and a nearly shaved pussy. I had seen her naked any number of times, but it was usually on a sleepy morning before classes or late at night in the dim dorm lights.

That was when Mrs. Dent, the class teacher, strode in. Her face dropped when she saw the bikinis, and she leaped up to snatch them out of Susie's hands. "Where did you get these?! Do you even understand what would happen if you put these on in Aram?!" Susie was caught by surprise at first, but she soon hugged Mrs. Dent's arm while pouting. "No, Mrs. Dent, you got the wrong idea. Everyone's so tired from lab work, so I'm encouraging them by giving them bikinis."

Lina, who had never been naked in front of a man, raised her arms to cover herself, but he stopped her, holding her hands and shaking his head. “Let me appreciate this fine piece of art,” he had slept with many women, but he had never been with one so beautiful and so natural. Lina 's breasts were not made of silicone, nor was her waist made through plastic surgery. She was all beautiful, shaped just the way he liked. ‘Perfetta[1]’, was the word that came to his mind. “These panties...” Vince ran his finger inside the waistband of her panties. She barely fit in there. He didn't like skinny women ‘down there’. Lina seemed to have been molded especially for him. Vince's cell phone rang. [1]Pri

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.