Paola Torrente Nude Novels & Stories

Oh, no, I can not let Paolo answer the call. I opened my legs on the bed for him and he was very mesmerized. “What do you think you are doing, Lucrecia? That is a beautiful view” “Well, it's only for you, baby. Now drop the phone and come have it” He smiled and threw his phone on the couch. I exhaled calmly and smiled awkwardly at him. Well, I guess my pussy will suffer to cover up my mistake. Still better than having Paolo know I almost betrayed him. He stripped himself naked and his dick was already so hard.

So, maybe I should get that tattoo. I say to Paola, “You know what? I think I want that tattoo.” “That’s what I’m talking about!” Paola says excitedly. Just then, there’s a rough knock on the door before Pollux walks in. “Paola, I need to—” We make eye contact through the parting of the shower curtain, and I see him give me a quick once-over before I pull the curtains shut. Paola tells him, “Delaney is in the bath! I’m not alone here! Goddess, you’re worse than an animal.”

“He’s been haunting you? What?” She couldn’t prevent the tears that streamed down her cheeks when she uttered those words, but she was still looking away from us. Her cheeks became florid and her lips were pursed together. She looked like she was trying to hold back a memory from the past that she couldn’t blurt out to us. “What happened, Paola?” Miguel asked again, moving closer to her sister. “Pá killed Dante in Cuba after I gave birth to Xavier that’s why I’m forced to return to Mexico,” Paola blurted out, staring directly at Miguel’s eyes with strain lacing her tone.

She followed the sound to an open bedroom door and stopped dead in her tracks. Mr. Lorenzo was sitting on the edge of his bed, completely naked. His muscular body was tense with pleasure. One strong hand was wrapped around his thick, hard cock, stroking it slowly. His eyes were glued to his phone. On the screen, Elena recognized one of the videos she had posted on I*******m last month—her in a tight top, dancing playfully at a friend’s party, her breasts bouncing with every move. He was jerking off to her.

It was Tanya and Paolo. She was kneeling on the ground, her usually immaculate hair now disheveled, the strands stuck to her face with sweat. Her dress was half taken off, hanging on her body messily. She was tightly bound with hemp rope, her curvaceous form made even more enticing by the restraint. Under the lights, her pale skin seemed to glow. Like a lily in full, fiery bloom. Luciano hid in the shadows, watching her body, observing Paolo pulling the rope to lift her legs.

Must be like women with their diet cokes. He thought to himself, and drink the tasteless beer and gulp it down while Peter was looking at him intently. But he was not expecting to see Peter walking out on him straight to his bedroom taking his bottle with him. Paolo could hear the shower and saw a glimpse of his scattered clothes on his bedroom floor. Peter didn't close the door, while he could hear the man moaning in the shower. His curiosity got the best of him and Paolo finally goes to his bedroom and saw the open bathroom door and the arousing view of Peter who was stroking himself under the shower, legs parted and facing the wall.

Anna smiled. "I have a report, boss." Paolo said suddenly. Massimo refused to break the hug with Violette. He held her while he gave Paolo a go ahead look. "Can we...talk outside?" Paolo asked cautiously. "Are you both hiding something from me again?" Violette broke the hug. Paolo looked at her, then at Massimo. "Teresa made a post online, that you are originally Violette La Rosa, that she's the real deal." Massimo said.

Maeve added in a voice that suggested that Andrea should keep her dreams where they belonged in her head. Andrea finally understood what she meant when Maeve pushed her phone under her nose. Andrea’s eyes had widened, and her jaw dropped to her chest. The images were of a shirtless and muscular Professor Matthew in nothing but speedo shorts that clutched the muscles of his thighs and a tanned body. And there was the girlfriend who looked like someone cut out from a Vanity Fair center spread. Her blonde air glistened underneath the Tahitian sun. Her body was svelte and tan, and she was also picture-perfect beside him on the yacht. Impulsively, she swiped through the pictures and saw more. The

Madonna was angry for what she feared happened last night but she was not as angry as she hoped she would be. "Here?" Dante ignored her and threw a phone tablet that landed beside her. "What's this?" She asked while picking up the tab. Madonna's eyes widened as she watched a video of her naked self sleeping soundly on the bed. The flipped and saw numerous pictures and videos of herself in different positions. There was no way she could deny it because her face was showing in every one of them and the mole beside her left nipple was enough to tell her it wasn't Photoshop. "Why?" Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked at Dante. Dante steeled his heart and showed no emotions, he is a man

She whimpered and managed to nod in response. "Beautiful," Paolo commented. "Yes, I think she does want to." "Oh... I do... but I had sex with a large... fuck...," she stammered as Paolo leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, ring and all. "I had a lot of sex last night, and I'm too sore for anything today." "No, is not too sore," Vincent protested, taking a spot at her other nipple and eliciting a groan from her as he sucked it in his mouth roughly.