Donna Rice Nude Novels & Stories

In the footage, my hair was a mess, my cheeks flushed, and I was so drunk I could barely sit upright. The shot had been deliberately cropped to cut out everyone else around, leaving only the angle most likely to invite misunderstanding. Anyone who saw it would jump to the filthiest conclusions. The number of comments had already reached hundreds of thousands. "The perfect Donna? More like a perfect slut." "So, this is what she's really like behind closed doors. She definitely slept her way to the top." "A gold-digging attention whore like her isn't fit to be the Donna of the Bianchi family."

"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.

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.

Richey lets out a low growl of possession. “That too, sweetheart. Take it all off.” Slowly, I obey. I unfasten my bra and let the cups slip off my arms before dropping the material to the floor. Then, I pull my panties down, letting the lace slip to the floor before stepping out and presenting myself nude for my handsome neighbor’s gaze. His blue eyes eat up my curves, loving their fleshy generosity. “Beautiful,” he rasps. “Absolutely gorgeous. But Rina, I want to see more than this. I want to see that pretty pink inside.”

But my feet moved anyway, quiet as a ghost, until I was right outside her door. The gap was just wide enough. Rina lay sprawled across her queen bed, completely naked, the sheets kicked down in a tangled heap at the foot of the mattress. Her auburn hair fanned out across the pillow. She had one knee bent, the other leg splayed wide, and her right hand was buried between her thighs. Two fingers plunged in and out of her pussy with slow, deliberate strokes while her left hand rolled and pinched a stiff pink nipple. Her clit was swollen, peeking out from its hood every time she curled her fingers deeper. A small silver bullet vibrator rested on the mattress beside her hip, still buzzing faintly