Gigi Rice Nude Novels & Stories

"Oh, wow, we've got a rare guest! What news from the Palace Master do you have for me, Miss Norah?" As he spoke, he took in the sight of Gigi. She was clad in a deep purple dress that contrasted against the paleness of her skin perfectly and highlighted her breathtaking curves. Any man who had their eyes on her would not be able to look away. Gigi had initially felt slightly guilty, but under Darryl's unrelenting stare, she immediately grew annoyed as she said coldly, "The Palace Master doesn't have any news. I just wanted to have a look around. Is there a problem with that?"

"And come suck this arising stubborn cock." Gigi turned around, her makeup smeared and face red from crying and exertion. She looked up at me with those teary, smudged eyes as she took my hardening dick in her fist. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and took me inside, sucking and fisting like a professional. She never gets tired now, does she? Gigi's lips stretched obscenely around my throbbing shaft as she plunged down, taking me balls-deep with practiced ease. Her tongue swirled expertly, teasing the underside as she bobbed her head in a steady rhythm. Drool leaked from the corners of her mouth, painting her chin shiny.

“Drive safely,Mike.” I enter my car and zoom off. . . I enter my penthouse, it’s silent. I head upstairs to take a shower. Maybe my wife Gigi and My sister Amanda went out. I enter our room and the sight before me took my breath away. I start gasping for air, my heart start making those weird sound again. Gigi,wearing one of my t-shirts that barely covers her butts, she bends over by the nightstand with her behind facing me. Her white panties on full display making my dick twist on my pants. She seems to be cleaning with no idea of what she’s actually doing to me.

It’s not like I’m a prisoner here… well, maybe a little, but I have means. I spot my phone on the bedside table. With a theatrical gesture, like a spy acting in utmost secrecy, I grab it, hide under the covers, and dial a fancy restaurant I love. — Hello, I’d like to place an order. Yes… a porcini mushroom risotto, a homemade tiramisu, and… no, I won’t give an address, I’m… on a special mission. You will drop the bag at reception, under the name of… Madame Royale.

"What's the matter? Don't you wanna fuck a nigger?" Reggie's eyes feasted on Christy's naked body and its gentle feminine curves. With brute strength he forced her smooth, long legs apart on reconnaissance of the treasure he planned to plunder. Younger women tended to always keep their pubic areas immaculately groomed, as if they wanted to be ready for someone to see them in a bikini, thong or perhaps completely nude. Christy was apparently one of these women. Her naked body was as gorgeous as he had imagined.

Gigi Lord Cameron just commanded me to the center of the dining hall. I rise off the floor to make my way to where I was told to go. "Gigi, remove your dress now," Lord Cameron says, and I do as I'm told. I remove my dress. Now I'm standing completely naked, waiting for these bastards to begin my torture. "My fellow royal elite Bampires, please stand and enjoy yourselves. I give you Gigi tonight to fuck how you please and drink from her as you want," Lord Cameron says to the Bampires in the room. All four Bampires get up out of their chairs to walk towards me. I noticed the table is now cleared, and soon I will be placed on it for feeding. I know it. I close my eyes as my body begins to shud

“We doin’ big pimpin’ up In Jade Moon P.” Gigi snickered behind her hand. Nikolai just continued to look down at his bowl, acting like nothing out of the ordinary was happening around him. I was ready to crawl under the table, lay down, and die. I was so dizzy with mortification, I couldn’t guarantee I wouldn’t do just that. R.I.P. Terri Tikaani.

Everyone gathered at the scene, neglecting the food and wine the servers had served. I laughed out loud when I saw tears dropping down the plus-sized girl’s cheeks. Her cheeks got extremely red, noticeable from a very long distance. “You don’t need to cover your body, we saw your disgusting naked body life on the screen earlier.” A lady voiced out. I didn’t knew her name but I was very sure she was also a student of Eton college. She moved forward to Gigi,,l exposing her already shredded clothe which she has been covering with her hands earlier.

Blonde, skinny and with the brightest smile ever, Nicky Duaine was amazing and Gigi used to find herself comparing to her every time (something that only happened with Nicky since she had a great self-esteem). "Admit you love drama and go, Jayla!" Joked Wanda. Gigi couldn't even begin to talk about how beautiful Wanda was and not only on the outside, on the inside too. Curvy, confident and sexy, Wanda was everybody's type. Her chocolate skin was one of the softest things Gigi had ever witnessed, she was truly breathtaking in every single way.

Gigi shouted, strutting in like the place is hers. She looks like a movie scene, curvy in a short ripped denim skirt and an oversized black crop tee that says “Talk Trash, I Talk Back.” Her hoop earrings are bouncing as she walks and her dark blonde hair is tied in a high bun with messy strands falling by her cheeks. She smells like a hot, real time mix of vanilla and cocoa. “I missed you, bitch!” she yelled, hugging me tight. “I missed you too Gigs.” “Ok Spill spill spill!” Gigi said, slipping off her shoes and climbing on the bed.