Giovanna Ramos Nude Novels & Stories

I push my glass into my mouth, hiding my trembling lips. “Sit.” He gives a command, pointing at the bench they’ve arranged. The whole time, I say a silent prayer, hoping they all drink it simultaneously. His huge hand grabs the hem of my latex skirt and rips off the thin garment, leaving me just in the pantyhose and thin string soaked with my wetness. Giovanna does the same to the tiny shirt, leaving my upper body naked. He slaps my boob, leaving a red mark from the sting. “Ah!” I bite back a loud cry.

A figure approaches. Tall, muscular, sharp-eyed. You can tell that here, she's the leader. Her arms are tattooed with black serpents, her eyes shine with a gleam of defiance. — So, you're the famous Cassandra. Her voice is low, gravelly. — Depends on who's asking. She smiles, revealing a gold tooth. — Here, they call me Rina. If you want to survive, you go through me. I tilt my head slightly. — Survive? I didn't come here to survive.

But how could she be a match for Giovanna? Giovanna was a military doctor; she had got a lot of physical training, and she was very good at combat. She was fearless, and grabbed Rosa without any effort, throwing her away. Rosa slammed to the ground, causing a wound on her knee. Her hair was disheveled, and at this moment, she looked nowhere close to a noble lady.

Raina even had her eyes closed. "But what did you have so many questions about, Gia?" I was trying not to laugh, but I could only imagine what kind of questions they were. "I asked everything, of course!" Giovanna shrugged. "Yeah, believe her when she says she asked everything; she really did! Even about male masturbation." Rubina burst into laughter, making the three security guards' cheeks turn red. "I really did ask! Can you imagine if I didn't?! I'm going to surprise my hottie!" Giovanna said, full of plans.

That tramp was nothing. “Georgina Reyes, huh?” Vira sneered, reading the investigator’s report. “Twenty years old. Dancer at Hype, a strip club. Cheap taste, Romano. I thought you had standards. Yet you’re groveling for a paid whore? Or is it her youth? Her freshness? Disgusting! And she’s got a kid with Alfredo Lozano? A gold-digging prostitute!” She shredded the photos of Fabian and Gigi on the cruise—his hands gripping her waist, his face buried in her neck, the girl grinning brightly. Tears of fury blurred her vision as paper scraps fluttered to the floor.

Even though most of her body was covered by the blanket, it was evident that she was naked. For a few seconds, Gia felt as if her chest was being crushed. It was as if a mountain had collided with her, leaving her breathless. One thought echoed in her mind—this couldn’t be real! But her eyes presented undeniable evidence. Raven was indeed lying there with another woman, both completely naked. “This can’t be happening!” Gia’s mind screamed in denial. Quickly, Gia approached the woman and yanked the blanket away to confirm. Any sliver of hope she had left was instantly crushed when she saw the woman’s bare body.

I can see two of the windows are actually doors leading out to a big balcony. She heads further into the room and I follow her through into the en-suite. A huge sunken tub sits before more giant open windows looking out into the unbelievable countryside. Giovanna busies herself running the bath and putting oils and potions in it causing a cascade of bubbles to froth forward. She pats me on the shoulder “You enjoy this, I will come back with clothes and a glass of blood for you” she starts to walk away and then turns eyes narrowing at the collar on my neck “And then we will destroy that infernal thing” she says most emphatically. I can’t help but laugh I like this woman’s spirit. Then she is

Giovanni boomed. I looked up to see her walk into the behind Aurora. She wore a tight white mini dress with delicate buttons that were fastened up to her chest, accumulating her creamy beautiful tits. It was sleeveless, with a crisp collar giving it a classy look. The dress desperately clung to her body, accentuating her sexy figure. She wore matching white head band, her hair gently falling around and past her shoulders. I wanted, no, I needed to fuck her. "Gia, come sit next to me," Giovanni said, gesturing at the empty seat between us.

I say, looking at them from head to toe. Gianna is wearing a cropped white graphic tee, paired with high waisted jeans that cinched her waist perfectly. Her white sneakers are spotless and her small black tote bag dangles from her shoulder. She's wearing tiny hoops and a delicate chain. Valentina is wearing a dark green mini skirt paired with a fitted black tank top, tuck in to highlight her hour glass shape. She's wearing a sandal which gives her extra height, and layered necklaces. And me?? I am wearing a sleek, body hugging black midi dress with a high slit that teases just the right amount of thighs.

he replied. The rest of my men are silent. “Boss, I have something to say.” It’s a girl from the circle. I had specially employed her because her skills were fluent. She was good with knives and anything you threw at people. “Go on.” I ordered. “There has been a rumor that Giovanni has been seeing a famous fashion designer. Here is her picture.” She moved forward and showed me the picture of the woman on her iPhone. My body froze at what I saw. Behold, it was Serena’s mother, Aida who Giovanni had been seeing.