Jenna Ortega In Lingerie Novels & Stories

Luckily she always carried her emergency stash with her. An hour later Jenna emerged from her room fully prepared for her clandestine meeting. She wore a black negligee and garter belt along with a sheer, red robe to match her lipstick. Her hair was styled and flipped over one shoulder and her makeup gave her alluring smoky eyes. Looking at herself in the mirror she looked suitably provocative and sexy. It was a vision no man was ever able to resist.

“I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’ve been drinking.” She climbs out of the bed and holds my gaze, pulling her tiny top—essentially a handkerchief held on with two threads—over her head. She isn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts bounce invitingly. Fuck. I’ve had a lot of women, but I’ve never seen a body that compares to Jenna Pachino’s. But she’s always done it for me, hasn’t she? Of course I have to have a hard-on for the don’s only daughter. I stumble back, out of reaching distance.

And then the rest began to sing a welcoming song. Rita and I exchanged surprised looks, trying to really wonder whether it was the same Jenna we knew or another one. "But what's with all this drama??" Rita said and I shrugged. "She's a dramatic lady, right from the on set, you know?" I replied. By now, they were already escorting her with two large guards behind her. She wore a red dress that was knee length short but at the back it was longer and fuller. She wore a confident smile as she strode in. Both Rita and I could only watch and stare as she stole all the attention in the room.

Aiora looked at the people passing by busy arranging the photo shoot to make it look perfect. "Gosh, why don't you just wear a bra and panties." Anoyyed Jena when she saw one of the models wearing a very open dress, a short white dress that popped out her cleavage and almost revealed her bottom. Aiora snorted at Jena's babbling. He didn't know why Jena didn't like Nakita so much. "Gosh, you guys arrived so fast even though there were so many reporters underneath." Lili exclaimed the pink haired young man to them.

“That’s not the point. He’s treating me like… like an employee. Not his mate. Not his Luna.” “Maybe he wants you to prove you’re more than a crown,” Maren said softly. By the time Jenna was done slipping into the navy dress, her hair pulled into a sleek bun, and a pair of black stilettos strapped onto her feet, the air in the room shifted. She glanced at the mirror and nearly didn’t recognize herself. When she finally stepped out, Maren gasped. “Oh, my goddess… You look like you own the building.” Jenna raised a brow. “Or like I’m walking into my own execution.”

The strength of their bodies and energy alone were very different. "Why is your face getting tense, huh?" Oriaga closed the door and locked it from the inside, and he kept the key in his pants pocket as he smiled wryly at his wife. "Are you scared?" Amanda was silent, unable to react as Oriaga walked over, then sidled over to the dresser when he saw the box there. "Wow! You did well. The holes in this thing are growing," Oriaga said as he lifted out the lingerie. "Not even just one, but all of them. You cut it out, huh?"

I ask while I lean down on my bed. Jenna pulls out my black, lacy cami with deep cleavage and a black bra and hands them to me. “Put them on.” She turns on her heels and heads over to her own bedroom. I hear her searching through her own clothes and I quickly chuck on the clothes she gave me. She walks in again and hands me her ripped up jeans skirt. It comes mid-thigh but due to the tears in the fabric it leaves little to the imagination.

The four of us would have each other until our final breath. I had already moved my clothes over here, so I looked through my lingerie options. I might have had Jade procure some for me whenever Maddox and I took steps towards intimacy. He did not seem to mind me completely naked instead wearing a sexy outfit. The hunger that had burned through his eyes and body had set my entire being aflame. Jade seriously outdid herself. I selected a turquoise baby doll. There was a lace floral pattern over the cups. The rest was see-through with a lace design on the hemline. There was a matching thong to go with it.

I had a lot of them but decided on wearing a one-piece outfit but Leonora wasn’t having it. “You are so not wearing that. That’s a kid's swimwear or an old woman's, please don’t embarrass me,” she held up the orange one-piece, glaring at it. “I want to be comfortable and I will be in these,” I yanked it out of her hands. She was already dressed in the skinniest pink bikini I’ve ever seen, with Van Cleef jewelry. She looked stunning. Steve’s jaw was going to drop when he saw her. “This is better,” she handed me a silver two-piece. I frowned as I took it from her hands. There was not much difference between this and what she was wearing. “There’s even a scarf to go with it if you’re not really

Soft at first. Nina tilted her head. Let him. Jake watched, then kissed her shoulder. His fingers unzipped her dress from the back. Slow pull. The fabric slid down her arms. Exposed her bra. Black lace. Matching panties underneath. She stood up. Let the dress drop to the floor. Stood there in lingerie. Mike and Jake stared. Eyes hungry. Nina turned around. Showed off her ass. Round and firm. She hooked her thumbs in the bra straps. Slid them down. Unclasped it.