Gina Darling Age Novels & Stories

"I'm a bit tired." "How’s your mama? What has she been up to?" she asks, but she doesn't really wait for the answer. She leans in closer, her voice dropping. "You look so flush, Valerie. Are you experiencing your heat, girl? Tell me, have you found a guy? Everyone’s been talking about you working down at that club." I cut her off immediately. I don't want to hear it. "I’m not experiencing any heat, Gina. Don't think too much into it. I'm still nineteen, not twenty. I’ve got time."

Mostly because, it was the most beautiful piece of luck l'd ever gotten. He thought he could tame me. Me, Cassandra Gray, twenty-two years old and built with a backbone of pure, unadulterated lust. My sins were public knowledge, thanks to the internet's never-ending hunger for a rich man's scandal. Getting caught kissing Sophia Delacroix's daughter at the Wellington gala? Front page news. The video of me on my knees for that bassist in the club's grimy bathroom? A viral sensation.

she said, her voice annoyingly calm. “You know damn well why I’m calling.” I gritted my teeth. “Don’t you dare cancel that deal, Gina.” Silence stretched between us. Then, Gina chuckled. **Chuckled.** I gripped my phone tighter. “You seem to be under the impression that I’m still scared of you,” she mused. “That your threats still hold power over me.” I narrowed my eyes. “They do. Or have you forgotten what’s at stake?” “I haven’t forgotten a thing,” Gina said, her voice laced with something dangerous. “But I’ve realized that I no longer care.”

She lifts her gaze to follow my movements before she looks back at me, “Uh-huh, I think so too.” “Nice, nice,” I repeat, clearing my throat and looking down at the form. As soon as silence establishes itself for a few seconds, she rubs her hands, leaning forward. “I saw that we have the same birth year.” “Oh, what a surprise,” I say enthusiastically, looking back up at her as she nods repeatedly. “But I still have to turn twenty-six,” Gilda remarks cheekily, moving her eyes to look at the ceiling. “Lucky you,” I chuckle. “Being old isn’t easy, you know.”

"Now if you'll excuse me I have to go and service a real woman" "You are such a bastard". "I know and one day I'm going to fuck that lovely tight arse of yours" "You bastard", she snapped. I ignored her and she stormed off down the road. I walked up the path and into Gina's house to find her crying. She was dressed in a black and red basque with no cups, so her tits were on show. On her legs were a pair of stockings and on her feet were shoes with six-inch heels. She wore nothing else and her pussy was perfectly framed by her attire. There is something about an older woman when she's dressed that way; they look far sexier than a younger woman would; I think so anyway.

"This is for you Cross since you are now off the market and have to stick to one woman, we thought we might help you get off tonight with a change, you know eating one particular food can be boring," He said and I couldn't believe my ears, I looked around and the ladies were all young women in the twenties or early thirties, I looked away in disgust before looking back again, the lady in black looked familiar, no, there is no way it would be her, no, it can never be. "Ginna?" I called getting up from my sitting, she looked at me before looking away, I doubt if it were her but there was no way I would miss her up with someone else, even though she looked more mature and had on heavy makeup, c

But the back door opened, and a woman stepped out. Not Eric. She was short—maybe five-two—with a sharp black bob that ended just above her shoulders. Designer coat, expensive boots, warm smile that reached her eyes. She looked like money, but soft money. The kind that didn’t need to scream. She walked straight toward me. I froze. “Hi,” she said, voice gentle. Friendly. I blinked. “Hi…?” She stretched out her hand. “I’m Gina. Nice to meet you.” I shook it automatically—her grip firm but kind. “I’m Sabrina.”

My beautiful wife Ginny is 25 years old. She is 5'5 with long dark hair, a tight body, long legs, and nice perky breasts. She's the kind of girl that turns heads when walking down the street. But the thing that really sets Ginny apart from all the other girls is her pussy. She has the hottest little pussy on the face of this planet. The first time we made love she wasn't on the pill and she told me to pull out when I came. Her pussy felt so good that I just couldn't do it.

“What is your name? And how old are you?” “G... Gianna. My name is Gianna and I am fifteen.” She replied with a heavy voice, probably because of tears in her throat. The moment her name sloped out of her mouth; I decide to protect her. She had my sister’s name, who now lived in states with her husband and three little pups. But wait…! Did she say fifteen? She was just a child, not even a proper teenager- According to me. She had her shift way too soon.

Lizzy is as confused as I am right now but she clears her throat. "I don't know Ms. Clarkson. Please get in. What would you like me to get you? Coffee? Juice? Smoothie?" I go with something simple since I had a heavy breakfast, which I took in the afternoon. "Water, please." Getting inside, I see Gina in gray pajamas, sitting at the corner of the couch, hugging her legs. She looks worn out, her eyes red and pale as if she has been crying. Her face is completely pale, not a slight touch of make up on it. Gina used to love tonnes of makeup on her face, even when she was at home doing nothing. A day without make up to her was like a day without oxygen. I don't know what has changed. Her dry sha