Rosalina R34 Novels & Stories

“Friends and families discount.” Ollie paid the florist and then put the box of lilies inside his backpack before he plucked a single red rose from one of the shelves to his left. “Here.” He placed the rose in my hand. “It matches your hair.” Then Ollie turned around and walked toward the door without waiting for me while I stood there with my cheeks turning the same shade of red as the rose in my hand.

Zeenat said between her pants Rolling his eyes Zarun ripped her bra and said " Princess, your husband works really hard and with his income he can afford 100 sets like this so do not worry about it. " Saying it he attacked her on bear nipples and Zeenat arched her back in pleasure. His one hand kept playing with her nipple and shaped her breast making her moan in delight soon enough her panty also had the same fate as the bra it was ripped from her body. He entered his finger inside her wet and dripping core and Zeenat flinched.

Switching views, I checked the bedroom, leaning in. Rosella lay sprawled across the bed, asleep, in a transparent nightdress that had ridden up just enough, exposing lace panties slung low, revealing the curve of her ass. She looked almost innocent like that. I watched her, biting the inside of my cheek as I tore my gaze away, fighting the urge to zoom in. I gave up resisting, and zoomed in on her ass, the lens dragging slow across the bare cheeks peeking from the lace. “Fuck…” the word slipped out before I could stop it.

[Resentment meter is currently at : +100] Alan rolled his eyes subconsciously - There goes his chance to have a lovely, carefree day. His thin brows knitted with upmost displeasure, here he was stuck with an over pampered young master. A flimsy feud over an overpriced two piece clothing...... How else could his day go wrong?!. The saleslady stepped aside, keeping a small, yet safe distance away from the mannequin. Her buried head mirrored her fear, almost as if she was desperately trying to make her presence as small as possible. No one has ever provoked this young master and seen a good ending.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

"You shouldn't have caused such a loud scene earlier, darling. You should have just come back to me quietly. I know you miss me and this body." Max turned around, looking entirely furious, he wasn’t ready for her games. But before he could speak, Rosina reached for the robe around her shoulders. With a smooth movement, the fabric fell straight to the floor, revealing her lace lingerie. She tilted her head, her gaze burning with pure seduction. She brushed her short black hair forward, framing her face perfectly as she smiled wickedly at him.

I know that seems like a lot, but with about four thousand in the pack, that is small. Rose dresses in slim cut dark heather grey slacks with comfy flats and a silk baby blue boat necked blouse tucked into the front of her pants. She keeps her mark on full display by pulling her soft straight hair into a high stylish ponytail, adds a simple winged eyeliner with mascara on her eyes and nudish pink lip gloss to her plump lips.

’I LOVE YOU, MI ALMA…. Nina could not believe her eyes what she was seeing in front of her. Those words, that name, those roses. Could it be the possibility that it was that same exact bouquet of red roses? No, it could not be possible. It was not possible. Nina traced her shivering finger over those words which were written on that ribbon but then her eyes automatically trailed on that wall in front of her and that huge photo frame hanging on it and that was where Nina felt every inch of her existence getting numbed and completely desensitised by seeing that person on that photograph…… Noelle Rican Alfanso…..It was her.

She scowls at me, screwing up her chubby, round face in a very unattractive way as her bushy eyebrows drew together. “I don’t want any screw-ups today, Rose. None of your usual tardiness is going to work today. But the good news is you can do as you please,” I raise a brow at her. “The mistress will be dealing with you for today anyway,” Romina gives me a wicked grin, giving me a slight push on my back to stand with one of the waiters lined up at the front.

"Don't you dare close them!" Rosana started panting heavily. Her nipples were hard and her p*ssy was throbbing. She still couldn't believe how hard her body responded to him. How it craved and chased after a release on his fingers. "Oh... Yes!!!" She moaned and squeezed her eyes shut. When she remembered his order, she immediately opened her eyes and looked down at him. "Sì... Per favore...! Feed me more!" [Yes... Please!] "I will. And I will not stop" Her pssy clenched at his words as he kept on fcking her brutally with his fingers.