Novel & Cerita James Franco Smut

He was extremely toned and she could see it through his loose white collared shirt and work pants. His hair was dirty brown and his eyes were enchanting green-blue. She looked confused and it showed on her face for a few seconds. “Come on, play along.” Antonio mouthed and Ava caught the look in his eyes. “I'm so sorry, I was dancing with you, and the next second you were gone," Ava replied. Antonio turned to the man. “What’s your name, tu culo?” "James." He replied, immediately letting go of her hand. "James, if you ever try to lay a finger on her again, I swear I'll cut them off and feed them to my dogs," Antonio said with a scowl on his face and James hurriedly walked away.

Out of the band, their hair was shortest, not quite getting into their eyes. “Ignore the folic-ly challenged, Em. Champagne?” James, whose hair definitely regularly got into his mouth and everywhere else, which was why he was currently rocking a messy man-bun. He brought out a piccolo bottle and popped the top, handing it to her. “Classy,” he said when she took a swig direct from the bottle. “No different than drinking a beer from the bottle,” she pointed out. “Hey, not criticising. I love a woman who is not afraid to dispense with the niceties,” James replied laughing.

James choke on his overly large bite and Josie spurts juice all over the table. “WHAT?!” Josie practically shouts out and I throw a nervous look around the cafe to see if her outburst has anyone looking. “Please keep your voice down.” I hiss at her. She leans in to whisper over our table instead. James is still coughing a little but he leans in as well. “What do you mean? Sort of engaged? How are you sort of engaged? And to whom?” “Do you know the name Antonio Falaguerra?” “He has some casinos and stuff, right?” James says immediately and I nod. “Isn’t he some kind of big boss in the criminal world as well?” I nod once again and he sends a nervous glance at Luca and Josie does the same.

I teased. James twirled me around and then pulled me close again. This time, he made sure I could feel a certain lower part of his. “In case you have not noticed, I am very much a guy. I cannot ‘fangirl.’ I can, however, ‘fanguy.’” I laughed and rolled my eyes. “Seriously? That is the distinction that you are drawing? Is 'fanguy' even a word?” James smiled. “Yes. But fanguy or not, I can still recognize a Class A A&&hole when I meet one. And you are 100% right. I do not like him for Charlotte, or any female really.”

When Selena jerked the car door open, Jameson was seen munching on potato chips in the car, while Joaquin was frowning and sitting with his arms and legs crossed, looking like an adult. “Pretty lady, you’re back!” Jameson grinned. “Do you want to eat this? It’s super delicious! I’ve never eaten anything so delicious before! My brother said this is junk food, but even if it’s junk, it’s still delicious. Do you want to eat it? I purposely saved some for you.”

“What the f**k, James?” I was beyond furious after hearing his demand. His demeanor remained calm and collected along with his signature evil smirk. “I don’t think it’s possible dear because I’m your brother so I can’t f**k you although I want so bad to taste your pussy that Alex is so persistent to take again and again.” And I felt like my mind would explode after hearing these sinner words. “James, I’m not very sorry to tell you that I can’t do what you want me to do.” I snarled and his nostrils flared.

The voice is deep, and although refined, sounds dangerous. Then I hear another voice------ voices I mean. “She’s trembling.” “She’s ready.” “Slut already knows what she came for.” Slut. That words that's an insult to some makes my breath hitch, and my thighs clench together. I have never been normal, and although I'm ashamed of my needs and urges, that's exactly why I'm here; to do sick, degrading things that normal people will throw up at. Pain makes me quiver, humiliation makes me leak pussy juices down my legs and degrading words bring me pure, dirty pleasure.

Enrico made her taste the sweetness of fucking that James was crazy about. Enrico never felt this insane insatiable desire and the interesting part was to an ordinary stranger. "Maybe fucking a stranger is better nowadays!" Enrico smirks still in bliss looking at her fallen asleep.

James suggested. Federico eyed him. "Shut the hell up you pervert, Michael is here, have some decency," he said. James shrugged his shoulder. Federico released Michael and for the first time, Michael saw that the Italian was only wearing a bathing robe. He bet ten pins that Federico was naked underneath. "I can't wait to have Iryna begging at my feet naked, oh boy! I want her now!" Federico moved around, dancing invisible ballet. Michael looked at James but James ignored him and drank whiskey from the bar. He was lost by Federico's behavior, and he wondered why James was so free with it.

Her hands unconsciously move to the new scar on her arm, rubbing it as tears fill her eyes. "His name is Thomas Costanzo. He’s one of the richest men in Italy and the US," James says, his voice dripping with greed. "How sure are you that the plan will work?" "Trust me, you are irresistible." James' eyes roam Melina's body. She moves back, feeling a little uncomfortable. "I don't think I’m that beautiful." "Trust me, you are." James grabs her hand and places it on his growing bulge. She slowly pulls it away, hoping he doesn't want sex right now. She’s still recovering from last night.