Francesca Mills Nude Novels & Stories

"Oh, Renz... That feels so good. Please, I want to see you. All of you..." With a smile on his lips, Renz stood straight and looked at her. Milla quickly took off his shirt and her hand immediately went to the button of his pants when she stopped and bit her bottom lip. Renz laughed. "Getting shy, my love? Go ahead. I know you want to." Milla snorted even though she knows what she wanted, so she continued. Finally, Renz was standing naked in front of her. He was even more beautiful naked. Milla swallows her saliva one after the other. Any woman would desire his body.

“You really came. I’m afraid Mr. Vittorio has objections.” “Why should he mind? You got poisoned because of me,” Natalie said as she placed a bag of fresh fruit on the table. “Would you like some fruit now?” “I just ate, and I’m still full,” Francesca replied. She suddenly showed Natalie her phone screen. “What’s that?” Natalie became curious. She raised the corner of her eyebrow when she saw the picture of Camilla in Dante’s office. “She still hasn’t given up,” she commented sarcastically. Francesca nodded. Her expression looked annoyed. “She really is shameless!”

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!

My heart beat an unsteady beat as I rode the elevator up. The elevator doors opened, and there she was, lounging on the couch. Francesca wore a black silk nightdress, the matching robe slipping off one shoulder just enough to make you forget how long you’d known her. Even pushing fifty, she had a kind of beauty that held you captive, a confidence most women half her age would kill for. Francesca’s eyes lit up, widening with a spark I hadn’t seen in a while. “Alessandro, baby... you actually came.”

“Naughty girl. I ought to punish you for teasing me like this.” Camille's response was slower. Oh but when it came, I wasn't sure I could keep it in my pants much longer. On my screen was a picture of her, topless, one boob out of her bra with the lovely cherry red nipples buried in her mouth. The air in the room suddenly felt charged with electricity as I struggled to maintain my composure. I looked up at the door, just beyond was my naughty little minx sucking on her tits. I wanted to watch it. I missed the damned shows she gave me when she stripped.

She had sure been tampering with her pussy, which looked swollen and gushing. Mira was holding her phone up, clearly taking pictures with her tits and pussy open. "What the fuck are you doing, you nasty bitch? " I asked, sauntering over with a huge smile on my face. My own cunt was starting to throb just watching her like this. Why wouldn't it?? Mira had a gorgeous body, and when she had her pussy open like that, it was a banger. "Sending my nudes to one of my sponsors." She shot back, clicking more photos.

If only he knew how wet I was when he crashed on me, when my slutty pussy throbbed when he slid in between my thighs and claimed me like I was his object… and how hard I dripped when his bulge pressed against my sensitive spot. “Miss Elara.” Startled, I jerked to reality. I was still on the garden, sky knows how long I had been here. In front of me was Francesca. “Your bath is ready, miss Elara.” She informed with a polite smile. When she turned to leave, my words stopped her. “What are you trying so hard to say, Francesca?” I watched her body go tensed. With a slight chin lift and squared shoulders, she slowly turned, still keeping that smile that was suddenly creepy. “Your bath is ready.”

In fact, she paraded around topless during many of my business meetings on the yacht, and it amused me to see the way men ogled her. This was not the case with Francesca. I couldn't say why, but I didn't want anyone to see her bare skin but me. She was mine. Francesca and Mariella were in the pool, hanging off the side and drinking. Mariella was exactly what we expected: thin, pretty and boring. Compared to her, Francesca was a radiant explosion of sunlight, which sparkled and sparkled. She was mature and sexy, with no bony angles, and a body that was made for fucking.

Immediately, I felt the weight of someone else beside me. "Pretty head." I called out, before turning my head to see a completely different person. I guess what shocked me to my bone marrow was the fact that the particular woman was stark naked. What was Francesca doing on the same bed with me? Even naked! Oh my God! I quickly jolted up from the bed only to see that I had only my boxers on. Shit! shit! shit! Noooo!!!!

’ she asked brightly, insinuating her naked self between Jean and the sink. ‘Great,’ Clare replied. ‘And you?’ ‘Sort of.’ She pulled a face which belied her words. ‘A little bit boring actually . . .' ‘Really?’ 'Yeah.’ Francesca had snaked her naked arm around Clare’s fully clothed waist and moulded her body against Clare’s side while she cracked ice for their glasses. A splinter of the solid cold water flew of the ice-cube mould and landed on Francesca’s bare breasts. She shivered exaggeratedly. He breasts began to jiggle again. She caught Jean’s attention once more and gave him a predatory wink.