Sam Russo Nudes Novels & Stories

Alessandro Rossi The live feed from the hallway outside Room 407 hadn’t moved in forty minutes. Door was closed. No sound. No light under the threshold.I sat in the dark of my office, laptop open, second screen frozen on the boutique exit footage. Her in jeans and hoodie, bags swinging from her hands. The denim stretched tight over her round ass with every step. The hoodie rode up just enough to show a sliver of golden skin at her waist. Full breasts shifting under the fabric. Red lips curved in that private, victorious smile.My dick was already hard and thick, throbbing against my trousers. I unzipped without hesitation. Wrapped my hand around the base.i Stroked once slow, deliberate. Eyes

Julius I had no idea Rosalie was bringing me here or what to expect. Lenny who is Lenny Kravitz’ clone in the flesh, seemed way to flirty with Rosalie. I wonder if they dated? I tried to hate him but he is a super nice guy and I’m not really picking up romantic vibes from him and Rosalie but it’s still on my radar. When she disrobed and I saw her perfect form, her sensuous curvy body, the wind got knocked right out of me. She is a work of art and I’m about to live my fantasy. Drawing this devine woman bare before me. Her shaved perfect little pussy, long toned legs...her dark wavy hair flowing down her large naturally perky breast... round pink nipples...her timeless beautiful face, porcelai

Russ stood there for one long second, eyes devouring me—shirt already discarded somewhere downstairs, his jeans slung low on his hips, and the thick outline of his cock straining against the zipper like it was trying to break free. I was naked on the bed except for the black stilettos I had on, my legs spread wide, knees bent, and heels digging into the crisp white comforter. My pussy was still swollen and slick from the way he'd finger-fucked me under the dinner table earlier, his cum from earlier on, mixed with my juice was already leaking out in slow, warm trails down my inner thighs. "Fuck, look at you," he rasped, his voice rough. "Spread open like that, dripping my load already. You re

It gave me a chance to see if Russo would be stupid enough to show his face. He was. I spotted him across the ballroom the moment we arrived, standing near the bar, surrounded by admirers and flatterers. Victor Russo, in person, was exactly what I had expected from the research I'd done. He was in his mid-thirties. tall and well-built. He was a poacher. He would buy huge companies, then turn all their assets into cash, making himself richer. It would seem his only aim was to have a lot of money.

CASSANDRA The day opens like a wound: clean, cold, beyond redemption. The neon lights hum overhead like flies that refuse to die. I rise before the alarm can summon me. The others are still asleep, heads pressed against their pallets, breaths uneven and heavy. I leave the cell in silence, the way one slips out of a church in the middle of Mass without disturbing the devotion. Rina is already waiting near the door. She smiles at me from the corner of her mouth, the way someone smiles at a bet already won.

Who was this woman he spoke of? The day passed quickly, and Rosita informed me that Master Romario summoned me. I entered his room without knocking, a mistake I soon regretted. Master Romario stood bare-chested, rubbing lotion onto his sculpted body. His chiseled chest and six-pack abs left me momentarily stunned. His waistline formed a perfect V shape, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks.

Jessica huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, which only serves to push her breasts up. ‎Francis doesn't even look embarrassed. "Hi, I'm Francis. I’ve... I've always admired you from the window," he stammers. "I’ve spent hours imagining you naked every time you go on a run. I’m a painter, Jessica. Seriously. Do you have any idea how your curves are built? Would you... would you let me do a nude portrait? I’d pay. No face, just... the body. It’ll be a masterpiece." ‎Jessica huffs a laugh. "Does your girlfriend know you’re hitting on her arch-enemy while she’s in the shower? Or is the 'art' just an excuse for you to be a creep?”

Madonna wrapped the duvet tightly around her chest to cover her nakedness as she heard the footstep approaching her. "You are awake." Dante said the moment he saw Madonna. The cheerfulness he had last night was nowhere to be seen. "Who are you?" Madonna asked the shirtless stranger in front of her. His well-chiseled abs were eye candy for Madonna but she was too worried about what happened last night to bother about it. "Dante Russo." He wasn't in the mood to play, he has gotten half of what he wanted so he didn't need to sugarcoat his words. "What happened last night and how did I end up here?" Madonna has never had sex so she doesn't know how one would feel after having sex, especially whe

” I guess someone slept well in a bed of roses. He raised his brows, obviously unaware of what I was talking about. I could see the faint smear of red lipstick on his lips. Believe me, Ricci Russo did not wear makeup. I suddenly wished I could talk to one of his mistresses. They would know a thing or two. “Couldn't wait to see me?” He said, his voice had a mocking tone. “Yes,” I said, and he looked taken aback for a while. “I would like to work from home.”

My stomach churned violently again, worse than when I had seen the photos. Cassie tilted her face up to ask for a kiss, and Zane didn't push her away. He just smiled helplessly and tapped her forehead. "Stop playing around. Someone might see us." Still, she continued swinging his arm and cloyingly whined, "So what if they do? Your fiancee loves you so much that even if she finds out, she'll just assume I'm the one seducing you."