Novel & Cerita Francesca Fargo Nude

Francesca's voice called out, "You can come in, you know. I won’t bite... unless asked." Aria stepped into the living room and nearly choked. Francesca had stripped out of her shirt and stood in nothing but her slacks, body toned and elegant. A black tattoo curled around one side of her ribs…a phoenix in flight. "You…uh…you forgot your shirt," Aria mumbled, staring resolutely at the bookshelf. Francesca turned, full-bodied laugh curling into the air like smoke. "You shy, sweetheart? Or just pretending you didn’t want to see me like this?"

My gaze locks on hers as my tongue swipes across my lips, cleaning her taste from my mouth. My chest pulls, insides reeling as I stare down at her, realizing how much of a work of art she was. Francesca's P.O.V. No one has emitted this type of dark desire from me before! No one has made me had the urge to drop the good virgin girl act! No boyfriend had up until him! This gorgeous that just made my body float up and down giving me the best aftershocks of orgasm. For the first time in my life I was ready to finally let go!

Before I can say anything, my screen explodes with notifications, texts, emails and alerts. Then images. One by one, they start flooding in through our secure chat line. Francesca isn’t even bothering with a warning anymore. Just dumping them. And then I see it. Me. Kissing Miss Vance. Outside my building. Clear daylight. Angle-perfect. Close-up. High-res. Her scarf slipping back. My hand on her cheek. Her eyes frozen mid-shock. The shot looks intimate. MYSTERY WOMAN OR NEW LOVER? IS THIS THE END OF THE NICOLE-VERSE?

The tension in the hall was electric. Francesca’s face twisted with rage. The elegant, composed woman from minutes ago had vanished. Her hands shook as she gripped the edge of the podium. Humiliation burned bright red across her cheeks. “You bitch,” she spat, stepping closer to me so only I could hear her next words clearly. “You think you’re so clever? Playing the victim in front of everyone? You have no idea what I’m capable of.” I smiled calmly, refusing to raise my voice. “I already know exactly what you’re capable of, Francesca. Drugging a man. Forging documents. Staging scenes like a cheap actress. All because you couldn’t accept that he never wanted you the way he wanted me.”

They bounced as she freed them. My face contorted into a frown. “Arabella had larger nipples,” I commented. Francesco rolled his eyes, but he remained silent. “But you’ll have to do, I guess,” I turned to look at him, a small smile on my lips. “Okay, except you want to watch her suck me off, I think it’s time to leave. Although, I must say, I don’t mind an audience.” My smile widened. He gave me a long look before he turned around without another word.

Sandra refuted. "but I will." Francesca taunted, dropping her legs. "you can't." "What makes you think I can't?" "you've got no proof, baby." Sandra said with a sly smile. Francesca's face froze. "How do you know there's no proof?" "I don't see a phone in your hand. I don't see a pocket in your dress either, and from the angle you stepped in, there is absolutely no fucking way you could have gotten a clear and conscice picture of us."

She batted her eyelashes and threw seductive glances his way. She ran her tongue along her lips and swayed her hips side to side. Every move was seductive. Once she had him hooked, she stripped and showed off her curves. The footage was getting too explicit, so I adjusted the angle to focus on their faces, keeping things just within bounds. Their breathing grew heavier. Then came the touching and kissing. Soon enough, Francesca's moans started echoing louder and louder through the audio. Everyone watching the stream saw it all crystal clear. Word spread fast. Soon, everyone knew Charalambos had cheated with Francesca and that she was with pup.

We can talk tomorrow. Francesca fired back immediately. [Ha! I knew it! You were awake, you scumbag. Andrew, I took a bunch of pictures today. Want me to share them with you?] Andrew did not want to kill her excitement, so he played along. [Sure, let me admire the gorgeous face of our little princess.] Within seconds, a photo popped up. Andrew took one look, and his heart skipped a beat. It was a bikini shot, and her generous curves strained against the tiny two-piece. Her fair, soft skin glowed in the dim lighting, and that adorable pout on her lips—pure innocence mixed with dangerous temptation—an angelic face paired with a devilish body.

The henchmen released his grip on Francesca’s hair, dipped the gun into his holster, and grasped her two arms back. "Let go of me," Francesca demanded as she struggled to wiggle out of his grip. Another man approached Francesca and tore her garments in half, causing her huge breast to bounce out free in a jiggle. He took hold of the waistband of her pants and pulled them down from her waist all the way down to her leg, displaying her lovely, trimmed pussy for everybody to see. Francesca was mortified as she stood completely exposed in front of everyone's gaze. She tried to wrap her arms around herself to conceal her nakedness, but the man behind her restrained her by tightly gripping her arm

His eyes were dark and cold. "A harlot will remain a harlot. Let her in." Damien waved at Antonio who ran from there. After a while a young lady with a normal height walked in seductively. She was wearing a small off shoulder candy color frock. Her cleavage was visible and when she bent down her round butt could easily be seen. "Damien" she said seductively and a smile adorned her bright red lips. Damien gazed at her with a luscious look. "Why are you here?" Damien asked but his eyes were on her chest where half of her blossoms were popped out.