Justina Valentina Nude Novels & Stories

I would assume she was some kind of sociopath, but beyond knowing the basic markers, I know nothing about how to handle that kind of person. The decision is taken from me when Valentina dials up her efforts. Bruce moves to a new spot on the back of my shoulder, freeing up more space for Valentine. To think, I wish Bruce would come back. Valentina kneels between my legs and nods to the second man. He lifts me off the chair an inch, just enough for her to pull down my pants and underwear. I gasp at the cold of the metal chair as I'm sat back down. She grins with greed as she looks at my center.

“Everything.” Valeria toed off her shoes and peeled the leotard and tights down in one frantic motion, kicking them aside. Naked, she was even more obscene (long legs, the dramatic curve from waist to hip, the neat dark triangle between her thighs already glistening). Elena stared for one stunned second, then pushed her down. The floor was cool against Valeria’s back. Elena knelt over her, skirt rucked up to her hips, revealing sheer black stockings held by a lace garter. She did not bother removing anything else. She simply shoved Valeria’s thighs apart and looked.

My eyes widened in surprised, what the hell did he mean by that? “What?” Travis and I chorused. “Apparently, it seemed like the Valentina girl is a slut, she was selling her nudes to a person, but this particular person recorded her video instead. It was probably an older man she met at the resort that did it, that was why she suddenly disappeared from the area.” In anger, I didn’t know when my fist collided with Scott’s cheeks and I tightened my hands in fury. “How dare you talk about Valentina, like that?” I growled Scott was unable to catch himself and he fell to the ground. “What the hell do you mean by slut?”

Valentina exclaims, pulling me out of my haze. "I'm sorry.. what?" I say confused, as I hear the door opening and revealing Valentina in her normal clothes. She is wearing a pink crop-top and black sweats, and her makeup was gone showing her clear face. The only thing she had on was mascara, but still I spite that she's natuarally pretty without even trying. No wonder she got offered to be a model...I mean look at her. "Are you okay? You can go now, we were just about to head out." Valentina says, grabbing her bag.

I fight the urge to rush to her side, my hand involuntarily tightening around the fork on the table. Dressed in a red knee-length high-neck bodycon dress, a departure from her usual attire, Valentina exudes elegance. The padded shoulders add a touch of sophistication, and the modest front slit hints at her appeal without revealing too much. It's a stark contrast to the tight corset dresses I have always liked her to wear with the intention of highlighting her impeccable curves and flawless skin for all to see.

Nita said, "It is better when he cums on you." The third time was even better. Rather than join the girls in pressing, Nita decided to sit on the other side of me and get herself off with her fingers. We made a little masturbation sandwich that way, me stroking my cock, my sisters lying on the ground, and Nita on the other side. Her legs spread wide, hiding nothing. She already had her top off and for this round, Nita stripped down naked. I was surprised to see that her pussy was covered in dark, curly hair completely untrimmed. There was something arousing and naughty about that.

By the time he hugs Ariana, Vinnie and Valentina emerge from outside, smiling at each other. "Happy birthday you little weasel." Vinnie laughs and comes over to hug him. Matteo responds to the hug, happy to see his best friend, looking at Valentina over Vinnie's shoulder. She's smiling at them as she holds what looks like an Aperol Spritz in her hand. Vinnie lets go of him to make way for Valentina. She's wearing a dark leather skirt with a white long-sleeved blouse and Air Force 1s. His eyes drift to the drink in her hand.

The only difference was that it was tiny winy price in comparison to her sins. " You know what will be your worst punishment? Justus would never know about your existence and I'll make sure of it. At first, I intended to tell him about you but after knowing your true face, I'll never even utter your name infront of him. A filth like you deserve to die in darkness and all the curses your father bestowed on Justus were actually meant for you. " Rithambara's angry words boomed. Truth to be told, Valentina never cared what Justus or anybody thought about her. She just wanted to get up and punch Augustus's wife on face. Suddenly, she felt foot of Rithambara being removed and she got a ray of hope

“And don’t think of it as a bad thing. The boss is a good-looking man. Like, really good-looking. You could do worse.” I open my mouth to respond, but the sound of footsteps on the stairs cuts me off. We all turn to see Valentine descending, his presence immediately commanding the room. Well, speak of the devil. He’s dressed in all black—a fitted shirt, tailored pants, and boots that make almost no sound as he walks. His golden eyes sweep over us, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. Mara and Finn are on their feet in an instant, their chairs scraping against the floor. “We’ll clean up,” Mara says quickly, grabbing her plate and heading for the kitchen.