Novel & Cerita Justina Valentine Nude Pics

He would repeat this process time over time until he was satisfied that he's had enough. Then he returned to the bed and took off Val's undies as well, leaving her nude. He put her once again in different sleeping positions revealing all her intimate parts as he took pictures of her in this state, his intent clearly obvious... Val was positioned to lie on her chest with one of her legs raised in a 90° angle and the other straightened. Her fine curvy ass was in Attorney Chris' view and her back seemed a little bit arched. Attorney Chris started to have thoughts.

She allowed herself another sly inward smile. The next picture was of a different trio. The white woman-with a landing strip of dark curly pubic hair-was sitting atop the black guy in a reverse-cowgirl position. His big black cock-which was even fatter than the first one-had her pussy lips stretched wide, and was buried almost all the way up inside her. A naked white guy stood next to her, and with his hands gripping her head, he was fucking her mouth. As Val gently stroked her husband's erection, she clicked to the next photo in her collection.

His words were cut off when he heard his door licking open, he blinked, frightened, he was reaching for a vase when a familiar figure swayed in. “Valerie?” Justin called more like asking a question as he stared at a very scarcely dressed Valerie. Valerie's lips spread in a seductive smile, she slowly turned around before a very surprised Justin who just stood there staring at her. She threw her purse on the couch, slowly traced her fingers from her revealing stomach to her scarcely covered breasts, her fingers lingered there, they slowly kneaded her tits. “Justin.” Her voice low, soft as she moaned his name. Justin opened his mouth to talk but nothing came out, he opened and closed it back s

Then she dropped its contents on the floor. Pictures. Me and Derek… together on the bed… half-naked. For a split second, I stood at the gates of hell. Hayden froze, his gaze locked on the pictures. Slowly, he released his grip on Valentina.

As soon as she shimmied into the gown, the bedroom door swung open and Devin walked in with nothing but a flimsy black brief shielding his nudity. "Did you bring me here?" Valentine asked, looking to the floor. "Morning," He returned. His unsatisfactory response made Valentine look him straight in the eye and what followed was instant regret. The foul words that erupted from the wicked depths of her mind caught at her throat as she took in the sight of his rumpled dark hair on the clean-cut side. The dark brown—almost black—eyes, the strong jaw, and the perfectly sculpted body. Valentine's stomach flipped. The filthy thoughts that rushed through her brain like serotonin courtesy of her wolf

“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

" Lucas saw that Tina was still wearing her stained pajamas and flew into a terrible rage. "All I did was spend Valentine's Day with Mia! How could you be so selfish? You're my mate! You should be more generous and forgiving instead of being so petty and jealous like this!" I saw that Lucas was finally about to enter the bedroom. I got anxious again. Was he finally going to see my body now?

I let out a loud gasp on seeing its contents, I hurriedly checked the rest of the pictures and they were all the same! A picture of Valerie bondaged with her hands chained above her head and her legs tied separately to the door. She had tears streaming down her eyes. her head was forcefully held to look directly at the camera. Her shirt also looked manhandled as if someone tried to undress her forcefully. I felt my blood boil in rage. I leave her for one minute and this happens? I turned the picture back and placed it on my desk only to notice a little note at the back of one of the pictures, making me pick it up to have a good look at it.

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.

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.