Donna Rice Nude Novels & Stories

She could not hear me, but I was definitely watching. Rue reached behind her and slowly started unzipping the dress she had worn to the wedding. She let it slide down her body, revealing smooth skin and black lace lingerie. My eyes were glued to the screen. What the fuck is she doing? She knew I was watching. She had to know. She unhooked her bra and let it fall. Her breasts spilled out — full, firm, and perfect. The nipples were already hard, dark pink against her skin. She cupped them lightly, squeezing gently while looking straight into the camera.

"Ms. Ricci, something has happened to the signore!" Before the pain of being hacked apart could fade from my mind, the housekeeper, Beatrice Santoro, rushed into my room, her face drained of all color. I lowered my head. In my mind, all I could see were the faces of my two children, covered in blood, screaming as they clung to me. "The Don is still at the family gathering," Beatrice said in a hushed voice. "The signore said he feels dizzy and can't catch his breath. He's resting in the east guest room right now… Ms. Ricci, could you go check on him?"

"We've been over this. You're in college now. You're allowed to show some skin." "Some skin, not all skin," Julia protested, but she was already reaching for the dress Kate had insisted she buy last week. A simple black number that hit mid-thigh and had a neckline that would give her mother heart palpitations. Kate had appeared in Julia's life like a hurricane on the first day of freshman orientation. While Julia had been sitting alone in the cafeteria, trying to look invisible, Kate had plopped down across from her with a tray full of food and an enormous smile.

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.

"You all benefited. So, did Sarah put in a lot of effort too?" "You could say that." "What did she do?" "Um, didn't she tell you?" "No, but her body did." Wilbur frowned and wondered why she was talking nonsensically. Donna started to unbutton her shirt. Her wonderful bust was revealed in an instant. Her smooth and wonderful bust and her skinny waist was a deadly seduction. "What are you doing?" Wilbur looked shocked. He did not dare to believe a stranger would do that. She started to remove her clothes and bra. Very soon, she was standing buck naked in front of him.

All over one photo with my own brother after years apart. I stared at her, cold. "You're mistaken. I'm Lucas's sister. Not some side piece. Do your homework next time." Betty looked me up and down like I was dirt. "Sister? Don't make me laugh. Lucas's sister is a Donna. She's powerful, connected, and untouchable. You think you can compare? Trash like you survives on its back." I decided to take that as a compliment on my looks. Otherwise, I'd have already ended her.

Sheri's eyes were wide as the woman, Criana Rhymes, reached behind herself and pulled the zipper of her dress down, the dress then sliding down her body to nestle on the floor at her feet, leaving her naked, her full, C-cup breasts surmounted by large dark nipples, her chocolate skin almost glistening as she reached for Charles' shorts and pulled them down, his rock-hard cock standing straight out in front of him as she knelt on one knee before him.

Her hair, usually tied up, flowed freely today, adorned with a simple ribbon. Rachna, in her vibrant red bikini, was a sight to behold. She wore a two-piece that highlighted her innate beauty, her beautiful breasts, and her navel on her flat stomach. The top was secured with a string looped around her neck, enhancing her breasts's perky and shapely appearance, while the bottom featured a colourful floral print. Her toned abdominal muscles were prominently displayed, showcasing the hours spent at the gym. She exuded elegance and grace as she moved around her private pool with Divya in tow.

It was slightly ajar. Curiosity should’ve died right there. But no. Of course not. I had to know. I moved toward it like a sleepwalker drifting toward disaster. I reached the door and peered in, only to see everything. Ronan was naked. He was also spread out like a living sex ad. His legs were apart and his hair was damp. His muscles gleamed with sweat and his hips rolled with practiced rhythm as he drove himself into… A nurse? Blonde. Curvy. Her scrub top was still on—barely buttoned—but her lower half was completely bare. She rode him like she was possessed. No hesitation, no holding back.