Novel & Cerita Justina Valentina Nude

“My elegant, untouchable ballerina… now tied up and dripping like a desperate whore. Your pretty pink cunt is literally weeping down your thighs while the entire Alps watches. Does that make you wetter, knowing the world can see what a filthy little slut you really are?” Valentina moaned shamelessly, pulling against the ropes. The movement made her swollen breasts bounce and her clit throb painfully. “Please, Damien… I’m aching… I’m so fucking wet it hurts… please touch me…” He circled her slowly, trailing one finger down her spine, over the curve of her ass, then between her spread cheeks. He pressed two thick fingers against her soaked entrance and pushed inside without warning. Valentina

But from the bathroom, I could hear the sound of the shower running. She was obviously taking her bath. Everything seemed to be falling into place for me. I dropped the robe, stepping out of it. I walked to the center of her massive bed, naked, and sat down, my legs crossed, waiting for when she finished and met me there. The shower stopped. A minute later, the door opened. Valentina stepped out. Damn… my mouth watered. She had a white towel wrapped tightly around her chest, covering her from her armpits to her mid-thigh. She stopped, frozen, when she saw me.

It took convincing from Mom, my brother Dante, and my cousin Leo for him to finally allow me to come here. Now that I’m here, I’m terrified, nervous, and excited all at the same time. Pulling on my bra and panties, I gaze at my reflection once more. Thick curves greet me, more so than that of the average werewolf. Where their hips are narrow, mine are wide. Where their backsides are toned muscle, mine is soft and round. I get dressed in my pale pink loungewear and run a brush through my long locks before leaving the bathroom. Valentina’s sitting on the sofa, a frown on her face as she holds up her tablet, which displays an image. It’s the side profile of a handsome man.

She said inwardly, and she mentally began chanting it like a mantra, so she wouldn't back out and run away from there, because that's all she wanted to do at the moment. With shaky hands, she slowly took off her skirt, then her panties, and she stood completely naked before Noah. Noah ran his tongue down his bottom lips, Valeria was blessed with a nice body that drove him crazy. "You're so beautiful." He said inaudibly, his eyes darkened with lust. Valeria felt disgusted with herself, she bowed down her head, and she bit her bottom lip, trying to prevent the tears that were threatening to fall. Noah hurriedly undressed himself, he went to Valeria and carried her in his arms, then he took her

The door swung inward on silent hinges. Valentina waited in the living room, naked except for the black leather collar still around her throat—the one I’d buckled on her the last night we played. She stood with her hips cocked, one hand trailing down her stomach, offering herself like a gift I never asked for. Once upon a time that body had set me on fire. Long legs, full breasts, the faint scars I’d left across her ass during a particularly rough session. Now? I felt nothing. Not even a flicker. My mind flashed to Elena, her soft curves, her pregnant glow, the way she arched when I touched her gently instead of brutally. Valentina’s nakedness felt like cheap perfume next to Elena’s gracious

" Natalia asked, "Yeah, we are cool, and he moves closer to her, and he kissed her, meanwhile, Natalia has been long he had sex last, so she was eager to see Justine size phisically, and he slide her hand Into his pant and felt the size, and she smiles, "Why are you smiling?" Justino asked, "I think I don't expect this size, but It's manageable" Natalia retorted, "I'm perfect In using my size" Justino said, and he smiles, and he stripes himself naked, and he carried her Into the bedroom, and, and he asked, "are you ready tonight?"

Later that afternoon, while we were tying up loose ends, Valentino’s message came through. A video. The thumbnail showed Valerie’s face, head thrown back in pleasure. I hit play before I could think. Vincenzo leaned in close on the couch beside me. The camera was shaky, handheld—Valentino filming while he fucked her raw right there on the picnic blanket. Sunlight dappled her skin. She was on all fours, dress bunched at her waist, no panties. Just bare out there in the open. Of course we knew he had paid for the entire place for some privacy.

I asked cautiously, signalling to my men to continue their deep search. She sounded like she had her vocal cord tampered with. “I love her breasts, Dominik." I gritted my teeth to keep the cusses at bay, now was not the time to piss him off. That psycho might go overboard and things will get out of hand. “You want me right? Let her go and take me instead." I started slowly and cautiously. Valentina, she is the trending topic on the internet right now and it’s on the international news. I wasn't excluded either.

"She tried. You didn’t care enough to hear it." Ava didn’t stop. "You want to know the funniest part? She didn’t even need your life. She was Elena Valenti. She had guards, cars, money, a father who could buy your airline if he got bored. But she gave all of it up to stand behind you." Julian gripped the phone until his knuckles went white. "I didn’t know." "Because you never asked." Ava’s voice dropped. "You loved having a woman who waited, cooked, packed, forgave, and never made you feel small. You didn’t love her. You loved the service."

If he heard her, if he saw her like this, pale, broken, and clearly suffering from something that Misha, with her iron constitution and morning gin-fizz habit, never had, the war would be over before the first sun was fully up. When she came home last night, she researched on Misha Kingston to find all of her habits so she could use them to prove that she isn't her Desperate, Valentina reached up with a trembling hand and twisted the heavy brass handles of the shower to the wall. Water exploded from the rain-shower head, a roaring cascade that drowned out the world. She sank back against the marble wall, her breath coming in jagged, shallow hitches, waiting for the room to stop spinning.