Romans & histoires Donna Rice Nude

Before she could spill out some lame apology and scurry back home, she heard footsteps pounding down the stairs. A woman hopped into view, wearing a very short floral dress. Her huge double D's were out , slapping against each other, dark nipples stiff as fuck. Behind her was Taylor, buck naked, his thick pecker gripped tightly in the woman's fist like she owned it. Those huge balls of his bounced out of control. Her mouth watered, wanting that wrinkled nutsack in her mouth. "Horace...who is that? You're wasting precious time.....you need to....." The woman's ramblings cut short when she caught sight of Donna.

Another clip loaded automatically, they were my private compilation, hours of her spliced together from press events, interviews, and a few stolen paparazzi shots I’d paid way too much for. This one was her at the beach fundraiser with Bella, her white bikini was barely containing those full tits, water glistening on her thighs as she stepped out of the surf. The camera caught the way her nipples peaked against the wet fabric. I groaned loud, hips bucking up into my hand. “Fuck, look at you,” I growled. My strokes grew rougher, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. I twisted my wrist on the upstroke, imagining it was her tight little hand instead.

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

After being rescued by Spencer, Lucy believed she would one day become Donna, always identifying herself as such. One day while drunk, she was used as a gift in a deal to be sent to the bed of a 60-year-old powerful man. Afterward, Lucy agitatedly screamed, only to be met with Spencer's nonchalant reply, "I don't keep idle people around. You can leave if you want, but give back everything I gave you." Thinking she could become Donna, Lucy had spent lavishly and recklessly. She thought Spencer would indulge her like Asher, but she did not realize that Spencer had secretly assigned a price to everything.