Novel & Cerita Justina Valentina Nude

A red that calls for biting and kissing. I take my bottle of perfume. A drop at the base of my neck. One on my wrists. One last, intimate, between my thighs. An invisible promise, a secret weapon. He’ll only have to come close to be ensnared. When I straighten up, I feel my legs shaking with excitement. I glance at my reflection one last time. It is no longer Tania, fragile and hesitant, standing there. It’s a woman ready to bend Lucas, the man every woman desires, but who is waiting for me, tonight.

She picked up her phone and logged back in, her fingers hovered over the search bar before she typed: Julian Valentino. It took a few seconds to find his profile. She tried to scroll through but there was nothing to see there… His profile was just like a ghost town. No stories, no tagged photos, zero following, but millions of followers. There was only a single post from years ago and it still wasn’t a photo of him… it was a photo of a vast, stormy sky over a jagged mountain range with the caption: Perspective. "Hmph. Always so deep," she hissed, disappointed. She tossed her phone onto the duvet.

Thirty minutes later, Aurora followed Valeria’s sleek black car through the city until they reached a luxurious penthouse building. They took the private elevator up. The moment the doors closed, Valeria pushed Aurora against the wall and kissed her hard, squeezing her ass roughly. As soon as they stepped inside the beautiful penthouse, Valeria locked the door. “Strip,” she ordered. “Everything off. I want to see my little slut completely naked.” Aurora’s hands shook as she removed her blouse, bra, and skirt. She stood completely naked in the middle of the living room. Her full breasts were heaving, her pink nipples hard, and her pussy was visibly wet and swollen.

One of the assistants hurried away. Livvy suddenly looked uneasy. "Matteo...lingerie…" He turned to look at her confused. "Valentina…well she is incredibly shy." He smiled reassuringly. "Don’t worry…we'll make her comfortable." At that exact moment the curtain opened again. Valentina stepped out wearing her own clothes, looking immensely relieved. "So..." she asked hopefully. "We're done?" Matteo hesitated. "Almost." He explained the missing campaign photographs. The moment he mentioned posing in lingerie with a male model, the colour drained from her face. "I... I can't." Her voice was quiet, shaky. "I don't like strangers touching me." She took an involuntary step backwards.

It was a video from Valentina. The footage began playing automatically. Valentina appeared on the screen, looking as beautiful and dangerously elegant as ever, seated in what appeared to be a dimly lit private gallery space filled with priceless art. Her smile was slow and seductive, her eyes locked directly on the camera as if she could see Sandro watching.

I'd been obsessed with Valentina Sevilla for a long time. She was my cousin's best friend. The last time she left to Italy where her dad lived, she was bare chested, and had nothing to her behind. But on her return, she looked different: she had the sexiest hourglass shape. I found it difficult to speak to her each time Karol, my cousin left us together. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find the proper words to say to her.

One statement from him, and they scattered like ash in wind. Valentina floated near the edge, her arm resting along the cool tile, her wine glass balanced delicately on the rim where it had been sitting for half an hour. Her skin was sun-warmed and damp, glistening under the light with that clean sheen of saltwater and heat. Her hair was slicked back, face bare, and still somehow flawless—she really was beautiful without even trying. Lucas was a few feet away, sitting in one of the poolside chairs with a drink in hand and nothing else in front of him. Just her and a look he wore when his mind was moving four hundred kilometers per hour, probably three thoughts deep.

I entered the bathroom and found Valentina in complete relaxation. Her eyes were closed, and she lay still. Her body was hidden beneath a mountain of bubbles. She had washed off her makeup and looked more beautiful than ever. I ran my fingers through the warm water, and it felt inviting. The bathtub was big enough for two, so I climbed in carefully, making sure not to disturb Valentina’s arms and legs already there. She barely moved and continued to breathe slowly. The soft light reflected off the white tiles, beautifully showing her delicate freckles.

Ass-lickers the both of them. “Doesn’t Valentina have connections to the elite in New York?” Cynthia asks, and I nod my head when it hits me. Son of a bitch! I stand and move to the desk to grab my laptop. I open the lid and type away, and find pictures of Valentina with various socialites in New York, one being Curtis Black. I look at the time stamp and that picture was taken and posted eighteen months ago. That was when Cass was still with him. Surely Cass would have known who she was. She would have met her before. But then again, in this picture, Valentina had dark hair. She was a little bigger and wasn’t as tanned as she was now. It is like she has changed her style to grab my attention

“And the shoes. Stand in front of me.” With movements that seemed to last an eternity, Elena unclasped her bra and let it fall. She slid the panties down, feeling the slickness of her own arousal. Finally, she unbuckled the straps of her high heels, leaving herself completely naked in the center of her immaculate living room. The shoes—symbols of her professional armor—now lay beside the torn dress like trophies of her surrender. Valentim watched her for a long moment, his face unreadable. “Beautiful,” he said, and the word sounded not like an empty compliment, but like a factual observation, as though he were assessing the quality of a piece of marble. “Now, on your knees.”