Gigi Dolin Hot Novels & Stories

The click-clack of a woman's high heels approaching the confessional stall gave the priest an unarguable guess of his next penitent's gender. The door swung open and almost immediately, the fragrance she wore stole the atmosphere. Fr Gregory became the curious cat. Well, he has always been. Then the overwhelming and compelling need to see this woman whom reminds him of Rose of Rome. This penitent who was there for absolution and whose fragrance reminds him of the years he hoped to spend his youth on the thighs of Rose an Italian beauty queen. Some how, this fragrance evoked feelings of sensuality and hot coitus desires even though it felt wrong at the moment.

she cried out again and I pushed my fingers into her more aggressively, adding a third and, deciding to see how far I could take it, let my pinky brush against the entrance to her ass. She clearly liked it because her hands tensed in my hair and she let out a final deafening scream as her whole body convulsed against my mouth and fingers, completely coming undone. I kept going, forcing out more orgasms, not wanting it to end. Goddess, there was nothing as satisfying as watching Gigi like this and knowing I did that.

It came with a sucking motion, accompanied by something slick and tender sliding all over me. This sensation was just so stimulating and mind-blowing that I was on the verge of melting away. There was no way that was a hand. In fact, it seemed to be someone's mouth. I turned my head toward Bella, only to see that she had her full focus on watching television. In that case, the only other possibility was… I looked down, and as expected, Celeste was positioned between my legs with her head down, working hard. Her skill was incredible. It was a full performance of skills I had never experienced before. It felt as though she were sucking the life out of my very core. I simply couldn't bear to pu

“I want details. All of them. Was he as hot in bed as he looked? Was he good? Don’t leave out a single thing.” I shook my head but couldn’t stop smiling. Gigi had always been relentless, and honestly, it was one of the things I loved about her. “Fine, fine,” I rose my hands in surrender. “Yes, he was hot. Insanely hot. And yes, he was… more than good.” “Oh my God, this is better than I thought,” Gigi’s jaw dropped as she clutched her chest dramatically. “Tell me everything. Positions, stamina—come on, girl, don’t hold out on me!”

Yolanda didn't reply but took a tray of food Gigi didn't knew was there and handed it go her. "You need to eat Jelena!" Yolanda said feeding Gigi by her own hands. Gigi didn't open her mouth and looked away. she felt disgusted till her core. "i have no appetite! tell me where is my husband!" Gigi said annoying the shit out of Yolanda. "I said he is where he belongs!" She yelled standing up "Then where he belong?" Gigi also yelled standing up. "In the dungeons!" Yolanda said as Gigi started to loose herself to her anger.

She whispered the last part. “We fucked a few times, he gets me good privileges at the club. You know I love partying," Gigi shrugs, as if she just said the most normal thing in the world. "Perks of being hot," I chuckle, wishing I had an ounce of her confidence. "You know what, Mona, God is really smart," she says. “He knew not to make a mistake, because if he had given me a face like yours? Damn!” “Hahaha, you're flattering me.”

She reached back, holding my body close, so as to ensure every drop found its way inside of her. The feeling was actually too intense for me to continue standing I was forced to plop down in the nearby chair but Gigi’s pussy followed right after me, still sitting on my cock, pumping up and down to extract the last bits of love juice from my throbbing dick. “You dirty boy,” Gigi whispered, moaning as her back arched. From this point, as she continued bouncing on my dick, I could see a white gooey substance begin to drip from her pussy and run down the length of my cock.

Her rose petals bloomed with soaking wet. "Oh, God. Wine, you are so hot. I love it. Oh, baby, squeezing me like this I can't hold too long." He whispered into her ears. Stella felt the heat that shot through her body from the inner cells to the outer skin. The hard and big shaft moved in and out rapidly. "Oh ... My God ... Yeah ... Raise your leg up a little bit more, darling. Oh ... Yes, just like that." He suggested with his low shaky voice. She was familiar with this position. So she quickly lifted her leg upward to open the way for him to had more access.

CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT: FATHER’S LOSS CHRISTIAN ——— “AFTER ACCUSING AN INNOCENT CO-WORKER OF DESTROYING HER MARRIAGE, ESTRANGED WIFE OF HOLLYWOOD DIRECTOR CHUCK GILBERT IS RUMORED TO BE HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH FLUX STUDIO HEAD, CHRISTIAN GALLO. MAYBE THE OLD SAYING IS TRUE: ACCUSERS ARE OFTEN THE GUILTY ONES.” Signed, Everybody Loves Patricia.