Fiona Costello Nude Novels & Stories

Who could that be? I peeped through the little opening at the edge of the gate. A slender young lady, slightly above average in height, with brown skin and light-colored hair, stood before me. “Nina or whatever you call yourself, I want you to get rid of whatever is growing in your womb this minute because there is no way I’m letting you blackmail me,” Fiona snapped, her anger seething. “You lie, Fiona. You lie. I’m not getting rid of this child.”

Fiona Turner glances at Nina's apparently valuable dress, deliberately holding the faucet's outlet so that the water column faces Nina. The slender water column splashes all over Nina. Nina's dress on the chest is immediately soaked. Fiona Turner's big, charming eyes proudly look at Nina. She just wants to embarrass her today. She wants to see what this little girl can do to her! Nina is startled by the sudden water column and looks at Fiona Turner with her eyes wide open. She sees Fiona Turner look at her defiantly and is not prepared to apologize. She is trying to embarrass me. Nina thinks it's funny. Fiona Turner is in her twenties. Why is her way of revenge so childish?

Fuck, Fiona is here, in Los Angeles, she must be tired, a five hour flight from Rhode Island. ____ I let the water run over me one last time, about to put it off, when Fiona struts in, naked. I gulp, looking at her, every parts of her, divine, golden. "Stay still." She says, and falls to her knee, my cock shooting out, saluting her. "God, your cock makes me want to have a baby." She groans, and before I can speak, she takes me in, all of me, in one gulp.

No one would have known it was him. But… Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned, expecting to see one of my friends, maybe Tina coming to check on me again. Instead, I found myself face to face with Fiona. She was wearing a skintight black cat costume that left little to the imagination, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders in perfect waves. Her makeup was flawless, her green eyes enhanced by the dramatic cat-eye liner. Every inch of her body was on display beneath the tight latex as she leaned against the bar, her lips curled up into a sweet smile.

It was Nathan’s final words that made Stella flinch… And a while later, she returned her gun to her holster… Only to do something even more outrageous! Tossing Nathan her coat, she then began unbuttoning her shirt… and in the end, she only had her bra and tight leggings on! It was now plain to see that despite being so tall, Stella was still rather voluptuous! Grabbing Fiona by the chin, she then forced the trembling woman’s face against her bosom as she growled, “There! I believe that I’m just as curvy as you are!” Naturally, Fiona found herself speechless. To think that Stella wasn’t as flat as a board after all! Nathan himself was finding Stella more and more appalling by the second. She

Ross stood in the center of the room in a silk robe, phone clutched in one hand, the other gesturing wildly at the large television mounted above the fireplace. Helen lounged on the sectional sofa, legs tucked under her, scrolling furiously on her own device. Both women radiated fury. Sebastian stepped closer, staying in the shadow of the doorway. On the screen played a short video clip from some fashion event or store opening. Fiona moved through the frame with effortless grace, short hair sleek, black tailored coat cinched at the waist, heels clicking on marble floors. She smiled at someone off camera, laughed softly, accepted a glass of champagne. Radiant. Untouched. Thriving.

The fabric feels strange against my skin, and I'm painfully aware of the eyes that seem to be boring into me from all directions. Fiona struts out of the restroom looking like a plus-sized model fresh off a bikini runway. Her curves are on full display, and her chest is, well, let's just say it makes you wonder if she's smuggling melons. Her poor bra is hanging on for dear life, the lace trim waving a white flag in surrender to the pull of gravity.

Jenna can no longer stand it. Observing and appreciating his stunning features did not even alleviate the problems. After what Fiona had told her, she even committed the grave error of having further intercourse with him. This will just make her situation worse overall. How in the world is she still here? Is not her life at grave risk if Fiona intervenes and finds out that she has to expose her body to him despite what she had just said?

Fiona, seemingly unfazed by the extravagant surroundings, casually quipped, "When Ermanno sees you in that red lingerie, he'll be begging to have you on a silver platter. He'll be at your mercy." Celine cast a sideways glance at the curious onlookers who'd heard Fiona's explicit comments, her cheeks tinged with a faint shade of embarrassment. "Fiona, can you please not advertise our intimate life in public?" she whispered through gritted teeth. Fiona rolled her eyes in feigned exasperation. "Why not? Everyone's getting some, right?" Just then, the saleswoman approached, carrying a stack of boxes and wearing a peculiar expression. Celine's hand moved to her forehead in a gesture of frustratio

It rings twice before it's connected. "Put the camera on Fiona. Now." My voice doesn't waver but inside, guilt twists like a knife. Fiona is trapped in this mess because of her mother's sins. There is a shuffle on the line then the video feed pops up on my screen. I angle the phone toward Helena without a word. There she is;Fiona. She looks decent and not the drugged mess we saw earlier. She's sitting up on a cot in the safe house room. She is no longer half naked. She is dressed in simple shorts and a tank too. She seems to be scrolling on her phone, earbuds in.