James Franco Smut Novels & Stories

"Thank you?" She giggled, and her eyes darted to a friend of hers. She reached out to the brunette and pulls her over, saying, "D, doesn't he look like an actor?" They both looked at me like they were analyzing my features. "Is it James Franco? Or maybe Theo James? He looks like some sort of James." She waved her hand in dismissal, looking like she had given up her guessing.

James said, jabbing his finger in the air like it proved something. “You know, smug, smug bastard. Thinks he’s better than everyone. Black hair, brown eyes— dresses like he’s about to rob a bank or close a deal, I can’t tell which. And— and he just—” James hiccuped. “—he just takes things, you know? Things that don’t belong to him. Women. Opportunities. Everything.” Vince’s chuckle was low, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Oh… that Corey.”

Look at Shelly instead change private position sit sure up femoral me , couple butt circle treatment still are not stop friction , James feels see me almost bag painting crazy . “ Uncle , uncle do star so , very difficult bear what? " A little bit breathe in young together odor smell sweet sweet of the short female Fort labour make James lose alkaline mode . I bow head down cover private bag lip pink small message of the aunt , uncle religion Rub close lick suck . “ Um .”

he leaned back in his seat and gestured my way, "I'm going to love watching Daniel kick Mato's ass." Antonio sighed. "Unbelievable. No one is kicking anyone's ass." "Uh, yeah. Of course, Daniel will be shoving his foot up Mato's butt. The SOB is walking around with the woman who turned Daniel into a walking dildo for the last five years. It would be all kinds of wrong if he just let Mato get away with it." "James," Antonio started, "sometimes I have to wonder what it is my sister sees in you." James grinned. "Oh, that's easy. Africans have bigger cocks than Italians."

she screams "I can't even harm the precious princess" She waves the knife in the air. She places it down and she glares at me again "Was he rough with you" she whispers out "Uhm no" I cautiously answer "Wow " Stunned she leans back into the couch "I mean he did slap me but that's because I insulted him " "He what," James says restraining himself from bursting out "Oh no it's no big deal" I shrug but he doesn't seem convinced "Harming woman is a kink for him" she psychotically smiles

River frowns, unable to help the warm feeling that creeps inside his body as James holds him close. "I think that's just paint remover." James shrugs, intertwining his fingers that curl around River's waist. "Potato, tomato." River does his signature lopsided grin. James melts in his arms, but his eyebrows scrunch together. "That... makes no sense at all and I don't think that's the term, love." James narrows his gaze, pulling his head away to gaze down at River. "Just like paint remover and paint almost smelling the same." River smirks.

Francisco screams at her. "Shut up! You whore!" His eyes were piercing towards her. He strode fast to her and grabbed her neck. She chokes and holds his fist. "Shut your filthy mouth! This wouldn't all happen if it weren't for you. You sucked at getting all Alvarez's wealth and you sucked at keeping a man on his bed. You are a failure." Francisco's eyes were raging as if smoke would blow from his nose and ears. The veins on his neck were visible and his heart was pumping fast and loud in anger.

I stammered, unable to form a sentence. "I know babe... cum for me" He increases his speed as his fingers fuck me without showing any mercy. Not long after, I cum all over him. The only thing I could do is moan out his name. I watch as James stands up and starts undressing. His pants drop together with his brief. I couldn't help but stare at his long thick dick that was already rock hard. "You are staring babe" His tone was husky, filled with mischievousness. "W- What? No I-I am not" I can't help but feel embarrassed being caught ogling him.

I was never someone to console someone with sex, but if it's Franco, I don't care been a slut to him. Franco had his way with me, he controlled my body in a way no one has ever done, and the way my body responded to his touch drives me crazy. “You are going to have to hold your dress up for me,” he murmured as he strokes my leg. I nodded as I blushed, and I did as he asked. Suddenly, he stood up and walked over to the fridge. I watched him curiously, wondering what he was up to. He opened the fridge and pulled out a cucumber, our gazed locked, and he had a mischievous smile on his face as he returned to the chair.

“Next time, I’ll do it for you.” “What?” I squeaked. Next time? “I’ll shave your pretty little cunt. I don’t want anyone else seeing my pussy.” His eyes were on his fingers that were moving over my thong and providing me enough friction that I was already on the edge. “Please make me cum.” “I will, Princess.” James groaned, “I will. Let me taste you. Just once—”