Giovanna Ramos Nude Novels & Stories

I could feel his chiseled stomach pressing against my chest. I found myself wanting to look up at his lips but immediately dismissed the thought. Without any hesitation, Giovanni straddled my entire body. As he lowered his head to look at me, I could feel my nipples harden. Giovanni noticed this, too, and he covered my breasts with his broad palms, rubbing them vigorously without mercy. "No, don't." I struggled to stop Giovanni's next move. Giovanni acted as if he didn't hear me. Instead, his movements grew more aggressive, and he roughly ripped off my underwear. Immediately, my breasts, previously blocked by the fabric, were exposed to the air, causing Giovanni to look momentarily dumbfound

She was shivering from the coldness of the water and the chilly breeze grazing her skin, causing her pink, tiny nipples to peek through her nightgown. Without saying a word, Leonardo and his henchmen stood in the dark, alertly observing Gianna. They scrutinized her from head to toe in her damp nightgown; her transparent nightgown clanged against her body, highlighting the curves of her slender physique. Her pink nipples puffed out against the thin fabric of her nightgown, which left no doubt that she wasn't wearing any bra.

No windows. Just recessed lights and the low hum of air conditioning. Giovanni stood in the centre of the mat wearing black athletic pants and a fitted grey tank that clung to every ridge of his muscles. His arms were bare — his tattoos curled over his biceps and shoulders like dark vines. He looked even bigger down here — 6’7” of quiet power, barefoot, and his hair still damp from a shower. I wore what he’d left for me: black leggings, a cropped sports bra, and running shoes. My stomach churned — not just from nerves, but from the nausea that had started creeping in every morning since the pregnancy test.

RUBY "Yeah, just like that," Owen muttered against the skin of my neck, his lips biting gently at the sweet spot right where my shoulder met my throat. "Get wet for us, girl. Forget about everything else." Gianna broke the kiss, panting, her eyes completely dark with lust. She looked down at Owen’s hands on my breasts, then looked down further. Without a word, she dropped to her knees right in front of me. I gasped out loud, my fingers locking into Owen’s thick hair as Gianna reached out and hooked her fingers into the waistband of my cotton panties. She slid them down my legs smoothly, leaving me completely naked in the center of the room.

she asked with a confident smile. The woman was stunning, strong and intimidating with an air of mystery. She wore a dress with a low back, showing off a large phoenix tattoo. The tattoo gave her an untouchable aura, like she had risen from something difficult, carrying a story only she knew, a story which with hints of sadness. “I’m doing well, Gia,” Damien replied. “And you?” Giovanna laughed lightly as her tone was calm. “What could possibly happen to me?” “Right…” Damien said. Then he asked, “How is Gideon?”

The most I had now was papa’s assistant fawning over me. “I'm surprised you didn’t try to give this one fellatio.” I heard Giovanna say, making me turn to see her in a much skimpier outfit than her former one, hugging Yves and accepting soft kisses down her jawline. My blood boiled at the sight. Who was she to have such a perfect life?

Not so profound, but beautifully wavy. Viviana stared at me with a surprised face. I was bare. She adored me like this. Her eyes stopped their action at my abs. Not to flaunt, but I have some. She tried to touch me and I dodged. She pouted. Oh, Holy Goddess! How am I even going to handle such cute torture! “Why are so nude? Do you want me to bite you?” Viviana said with a sleepy voice. I had a hard-on. A fucking hard-on with just her whispers.

Giovanna’s face tossed to the other side and I doubted if her head hadn’t parted from her body. Luciano got him when he stepped to hit her again. Jennifer hugged Giovanna while I couldn’t manage to step closer towards the poor soul. I was so scared to save her. Nikola was incorrigibly flared, he continuously tried to hover over Giovanna, shouting up to wake the deads, “Puttana, smettila di mentire! Ho le tue foto quando ti scopi il figlio di quel romano! (Bitch, stop lying! I have your photos when you fucking that Roman’s son!),” My anxiety started kicking up an insane level. This was beyond my understanding. Why would she fuck a guy when she belonged to such a noble family. No one was forci

Riley— the blonde bombshell I did a dozen girl-girl scenes with, still looking like pure sex poured into a tiny lace bodysuit, her perfect fake tits spilling over the top, her pink nipples hard and begging for teeth. Vanessa— curvy Latina goddess, hips that could make a man weep, full lips painted deep red, wearing nothing but a sheer black robe that hides absolutely nothing. And Marcus— built like a god, dark skin gleaming under the low lights, arms crossed over his massive chest, the outline of his legendary horse-cock visible even through his sweatpants. The man who, on camera, popped my on-screen double-vaginal cherry

he says, averting his eyes to inside the condo. I turn my attention to look at Camila, she was laughing with Eliza as they looked through what looked like a photo album. Camila was in one of her off her white shoulder dress shirts, exposing her slim shoulders, her skin looked soft and flawless as always. Blue ripped jeans and red stilletos, her hair was in a high ponytail, givng full view of her face.