Hot Donna That 70's Show Novels & Stories

The air felt heavier, older. Giovanni stood guard by a door at the end, straightened when he saw me, and gave a respectful nod before pushing it open. Inside, the room was dimly lit. My mother sat by the window, staring out into the garden. The sunset painted her in orange light, and for a moment, I could almost see the woman she’d been, strong, commanding, the real Donna Mancini. Now she was a ghost of that power, hollowed by grief. “Mom,” I said quietly. “I brought someone to meet you.”

The day his first love came back, I became a thief of the Moretti family. One word of grievance from her, and I was brought before the Family Council. Her single tear cost me twenty lashes. Lucien took away my ring, my power, and gave everything that was mine to another woman. Later, I finally stopped explaining. Because I knew a man who would never trust me was not worth waiting for. It wasn't until he saw my "body" being carried out that he finally went mad.

I came home after a meeting with the Vitale Family's capos and carried Elena from the front door all the way into the living room. Her legs were wrapped around my waist as she leaned in to kiss me. Just as I was about to kiss her back, I spotted a cream pastry on the table. Elena and I were both allergic to cream. In seven years of marriage, nothing made with cream had ever entered this estate. “Who bought this?” Elena paused for a moment, then tightened her arms around my neck. “Sophia brought it last night and forgot to take it with her.” But in the early hours of yesterday, I’d been at a dock three hundred miles away, watching Sophia sign off on a sealed shipment. That was the mom

Nalaglag ang balikat ng kasamahan namin pero mabilis din itong nakabawi. "Ayos lang, may apat pa naman." "That's the spirit, girl," biro ko dito. "Pero sino kayang maswerteng babeng 'yon? Anong pinainom na gatas sa kanya noong baby pa s'ya? Ba't ang swerte n'ya?" Himutok naman ni Donna. "Si Siete pa naman ang bet ko sa magkakapatid. Big, brooding and very bad. Rawr!"

"Following the rules now only begins to repay what you did before. "It doesn't earn you another chance with me." "I understand." He stepped back behind the line. As he walked away, his hand closed into a fist at his side—not in anger, but in the kind of helplessness Lucas Visconti had never shown anyone in his life. He was learning what it felt like to want something he couldn't command. That evening, Noah disappeared. The dispatch center received a video of him bound in the old port's east warehouse, with an explosive device beside him.

For twenty-two years, I had been the only daughter of the Falcones. Everyone in the family held me in their hands. Underboss Leon Marchetti took a bullet for me. Consigliere Enzo Ricci stormed into enemy territory just to pull me out. Vice Don Darius Lombardi even swore in front of the Don himself that no matter what happened, I would always be the first person he protected. They spoiled me rotten, made me willful, and convinced me of one thing. No matter who I eventually chose as my fiancé, they would never leave my side. Until six months ago, when the real Falcone heiress, Bianca Falcone, came back to the family. Little by little, their time, their protection, all their care shifted t

When blood needed to be paid for, I collected. But this— This was my wife. My fingers flexed against the wood, knuckles white. The head of security stood across from me earlier, stiff and pale, voice measured like he was walking through a minefield. “We reviewed the internal cameras, Don Niko. Signora Vittoria exited her bedroom at approximately 19:03.” Seven p.m. My jaw clenched. “She wasn’t alone,” he continued carefully. “There was an unknown male behind her. He maintained distance. Professional. And… there were restraints. Zip ties. Around her wrists.”

She wasn't sorry she had sucked that pussy, though--not a bit. Donna had lovely dark hair, hair that shimmered in the sunlight. Her eyes, also dark, had a slight slant to them. She had full, sensual lips, and her neck was long. Her skin was unblemished, creamy the way Penny's was. Donna threw her shoulders back and looked critically at her breasts. Nothing wrong with those, she thought. There was nothing wrong with any part of her body. She could stand next to Penny any day, although there was about fifteen years' difference in their ages.

Her eyes landed on Donna’s ass in her tight jeans and she swallowed, rubbing her thighs together to suppress her arousal. Donna turned to face her. She was wearing a crop top that revealed her navel piercing and her hair was packed in a ponytail, her fringe covering her temple. Madison’s gaze roamed Donna’s body, a subtle smile on her lips as she approached her. “Who did you tell your husband you are meeting up with this time?” Donna backed back wild laughter, her tension dispelling from her body. “I- I told him I'm going shopping with a friend of mine.”

Beautiful, hungry chaos. Donald tried to hold on, but we didn’t give him a chance. We teased him with soft whispers and inside jokes that only fueled his fire. “You remember that weekend in Vegas?” Dana said, stroking his chest while I rode his cock hard and deep, my tits bouncing in his face. “The MMA fighter who cried when he came?” Brittany laughed, her lips brushing my thigh as she kissed down toward Donald’s stomach. “He begged me to let him eat my ass. Poor thing nearly passed out.”