Giselle Maxwell Nude Novels & Stories

Cesilia bit her lower lip, hiding her great anxiety from Alexander. "Don't ask me again what I mean, because every photoshoot you do always involves hugging and kissing scenes between you and him. And I see how possessive Maxime is, afraid of losing you. And strangely enough, when you do photoshoots with other products or models, your attire is modest and published on social media. But the hot poses with Maxime in revealing clothing are only for private consumption." Alexander placed his phone on the vanity table, so Cesilia could see for herself the photos sent by his informant. After that, Alexander went to the bathroom to clean up. He let Cesilia rummage through the phone's gallery, inclu

Dominic hissed sharply as he threw himself back into his chair and massaged his temple, which had suddenly begun throbbing painfully from the frustration that had reached its peak. At the same time, inside a secluded villa located far away on a quiet hillside, Giselle sat curled up in the corner of the living room sofa with her knees pulled tightly against her chest. Her beautiful face, which usually carried an arrogant expression, now looked deathly pale, with dark circles under her eyes from crying nonstop ever since the sex video scandal exploded across the internet.

My heart nearly stopped. A beautiful woman who looked like she was in her late twenties, with long auburn hair, full breasts, and smooth, toned legs, was lying completely naked on the king sized bed, lazily touching herself. Her fingers circled her clit as she looked up at us and smiled, slow and knowing, like she’d been waiting for this exact moment. Max closed the door behind us with a soft click. “Lena,” he said casually, his voice low and amused, “this is the girl I told you about.”

Coming around Giselle’s house feels awkward after I’ve watched her fully naked as she fucked a huge dildo like a pro. I can’t still erase the picture of her grinding her pussy on that toy as she moans, the lewd sounds she made making my cock twitch in arousal. I’m unsure of whether to push this through, but I have no other choice. I need cash badly, and I have to work hard just to have them on my hands. Still, I can’t take the idea of her masturbating and cumming out of my head.

“You’re already soaked. I can smell it. What kind of trouble did you get yourself into tonight, little witch?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Lena dragged Giselle to the bedroom by the wrist and pushed her down onto the center of the still-damp sheets. In seconds she had stripped Giselle completely, spreading her legs wide and exposing her glistening, puffy pussy to the cool air. “Look at you,” Lena breathed, voice thick with sudden, obsessive hunger. “So pretty and ready. I’ve always wanted to see how far I could push the untouchable Giselle.”

He pinched them lightly and Giselle threw her head back in pleasure —I could only imagine the amount of pleasure she was feeling. The man lowered his head and took one of her erected nods between his lips. As he suckled on one, his hand pinched and massaged the other. Giselle pulled her bottom lip into her mouth as she tried to stay silent under the man's touches. The man pushed his right leg between her parted ties and his free hand slipped under the dress to her honeypot. The man didn't have to worry about barriers like panties for I knew for certain that Gisella never wore panties. She once told me, that panties were a waste of invention and a complete waste of time.

she whispers, voice already breaking. I take my time undressing her, peeling away every layer until she’s completely bare beneath me. Her body is incredible, toned from whatever punishing workouts she does and so soft in all the right places. I kiss my way down her stomach, nipping at her hips, spreading her thighs wide with my hands. She’s soaked. Her pussy glistens under the low lights of the gym, pink and swollen and perfect. “Maxwell,” she whispers again, hips twitching. “Maxwell, please.”

she said impatiently. "Are you still a virgin?" Jade asked with a smile. Giselle was so angry that she could barely breathe. How could this bitch ask such a private question? She hadn't been one since she was 15, but admitting it in front of so many people would ruin her image. Gritting her teeth, Giselle said angrily, "I refuse to answer." Jade pushed three shots toward her with a good-natured expression, raising an eyebrow to imply that these were the consequences.

The sly man handed him a few sheets of his news articles. Max took them and glanced at them, but immediately tore them up. This made Geno laugh even harder. “I still have a copy, Mr. Max. You know that, right?” He pointed to his laptop and the hard drive plugged into it. “You can't stop me.” Max smiled slightly. “Giselle's past is quite shocking. My God, I didn't expect that girl to be so sexy on stage. Ah... I think visiting the bar where she used to work would be a good way to get more information.”

Kenzie smirked. "But we see you've been busy." Jessica quipped. "Its good to see you Max, shirtless, if I may add." Kenzie and Patty turned on her. "You know him?." They asked. Jessica arched an eyebrow, looking between Breanna and Max before replying. "As a matter of fact, I do." Breanna knew more questions were coming, but it was already embarrassing enough for Max to be seen shirtless by his students, she didn't want to make things more awkward.