Fran Gerard Nude の小説・ストーリー

Electric. I pull out a file. Printed. Annotated. Pointed. "This document, the so-called 'note', is a fake. Here is the metadata report. The creation date. The modifications. And above all… the name of the original author. None of what I signed was transmitted as they say. Everything was altered afterward. Manipulated. By whom? I’ll let you read the initials." I raise my eyes. At the back of the room, Cassandre de Montferrand pales.

"If you intend to defame Miss Anna, you must at leasy provide an evidence. Fake oaths and crocodile tears won't make me believe you." "But I am serious. You left Anna undressed, and Jean Gardier entered your chamber. He... He saw Anna naked, and he must have been tempted to her body, just like you. He is a norman man, Erwin. Believe me." "Arista, you are such a bad liar... Please cease this nonsense and retire to your bed."

She only hugged Julie and comfort her. "I will take Amanda for check up." Nathalie first take Amanda for a bath then handed her neat clothes. "Lay down. I have to examine your lower part." Nathalie guided Amanda and wore her surgical gloves. She then applied a cream and examined her thoroughly. Nathalie sighed deeply and turned to Julie. "Everything is fine. There is a cut between her legs due to roughness but it will heal. As for precautions, here are some medicines, she will not get pregnant also help her to reduce the effect of trauma." Nathalie instructed and explained few more points.

He gulped, clearly being distracted by Jean's flirtatious movements. Jean got friskier. She traced her finger down his belly and gently held him. "I never thought you'd be this big. Looks like you really want it, huh?" Gerard shuddered and blushed. He wanted to say yes, but he could not say anything. He kept looking at me. I deliberately turned my head to the other side, pretending not to notice, and tidied the place. Jean led him to the bed. She undressed him, showing off his muscular body. Her eyes were watering with lust.

Feral Nathalie Kian was a special one indeed. Genad picked the boy up from his hazardous position and only then did he notice that he had been naked all along, Genad didn't mind though, maybe because the male had conveniently had the clothes covering the ‘important’ side even when he fainted or due to their nature which made him more used to nudity.

Gerald points to a pile of curries that are clearly visible from the outside. "Alright, alright, whatever!" Frans exits the car and slams the door loudly. As they enter, all eyes are on them. Gerald, who is incredibly tall and handsome, and Frans, who hasn't lost any of his handsomeness despite the fine hairs that now adorn his face. His slender figure hasn't been able to hide the beauty he possesses.

“Well, if that’s the case, why don’t you show me how well we fit?” Franco came close to her, his fingers making quick work of the buttons of her shirt. “Oh, I’d be more than happy to show you how well we fit together.” As he worked on her shirt, she was pulling off her boots and pants. She was naked quickly, and she felt her core preparing itself for a fun encounter as she watched Franco tear off his boots and when his pants fell, his shaft sprang free, proud, and throbbing.

When I snap out of my reverie, I rush to grab the remote to turn on the TV, my heart pounding as I browse through the channels. But I don't even need to look far, as I quickly find a channel that sends shivers down my spine. The first thing shown on the screen and in color, are the photos taken by the paparazzi, where Gerard and I are holding hands, in front of the club, with the title: "Gerard Durand has a new girlfriend?" With my trembling hand, I increase the volume of the remote to hear what the presenter says about the images flashing before my eyes. "After keeping a low profile these past few days, acclaimed businessman Gerard Durand has been spotted leaving a club in town with a girl

But my mind kept wandering to Gerald. He could be mad all he wanted, but I knew exactly how to fix it. Last time I sent him nudes, he called me like a madman within minutes. When I went over, he fucked me senseless—every hole, every position. No mercy. The memory still made me wet just thinking about it. I excused myself and locked myself in the bathroom. After digging through my hidden folder, I picked the four hottest pictures, typed a naughty caption: {Text me immediately if you like what you see, pappi}

I was sipping the third one, a delicate white wine that was especially floral in its scent, when I heard a commotion outside. Francois bustled over. “What could that be? I hope it is not Gerard again. His wife has kicked him out of the house so many times now that we’ve lost count. He always comes here afterward, usually barefoot and sometimes without even a shirt on.” “His wife kicks him out without letting him dress?” “Well, she often throws his clothes and shoes outside along with him. Sometimes they land in the mud.” The commotion continued, the voices getting louder outside. “Sounds like a bad deal for Gerard,” I said.