That 70s Show Hot Donna Novels & Stories

"I'm at the house and the power just went, but all the neighbours still have theirs." Her uncle told her that he'd be right over. Donna checked herself out in the mirror. There was only very little light coming in from the street, but it was enough for her to giggle with satisfaction. Her minimal satin pyjamas didn't leave much to the imagination. She had heavy, but firm, tits that stretched the satin in the camisole top. Her round ass cheeks were partially visible in the minimal shorts bottoms. Her pierced bellybutton and flat stomach were visible, as were her shapely thighs. Uncle Greg was a hottie and she looked forward to teasing him.

I also handed him the contacts for the Alfonsi after discussing pricing and things entailed as of our agreement with them. As he got up from his chair ready to be dismissed, Mateo asked an unrelated question to our business. "So, Don, what's with Brandy's text saying she got the hots for the future, Donna? Was she talking about Amber?" He asked, looking confused at me. I laughed and told him about how Amber teased Brandy cause my lap was hers and no one else's. "Damn it! I should've been there. Your Donna is something else, Boss. She's definitely a keeper." He said chuckling with me with an evident pride in his voice.

Coleen walked closer to her and asked, "and what will you do? Always remember I'm your senior in the military." Donna smirked, "I'm dangerous, Coleen." "Fuck you. You are just a wicked woman." Coleen said and walked angrily away from her. Donna folded her fist in anger, "how dare this uncultured brat!" She mumbled. Her phone rang and seeing that the caller ID was Wendi, she looked around to be sure that no one was nerarby. The house she was standing behind had no one living there but she just want to be sure that no one was around.

The night before Edward was officially crowned Don, we gathered together to drink and celebrate. Someone suggested playing a game of “Never Have I Ever.” That was when Bella, Edward’s female adviser, suddenly filled a glass to the brim and pushed it toward me. With a mocking smile, she said, “I didn’t risk everything to help a man become Don, only to end up as a mistress.” The entire room fell silent. Edward grabbed my hand and broke one of my fingers himself. “Losers have to pay up. Drink.” Then he looked at me calmly. “Actually, the marriage certificate I gave you was fake.” “I’ve been married to Bella for three years. She’s pregnant now, and I want to give her the title of Donna.” “You’ve

I announced, voice crisp, “on whether the current Donna, Harper Quinn, is fit to inherit her late husband Don Dante’s seat.” I ended with a slow smile—directed straight at Gianna and Dante. Let the real show begin.

Now we were the centre of attention and there was no way to get away from their gaze, my arms cirlced around the sides of Lucas arm and he turned to stare at me with a warm smile. “Donna, you don’t have to make such an announcement.” Lucas said and the lady walked up to us, she wore soft femininie perfume that matched her soft girls features. The rosy pink summer dress she wore stopped at her ankles and her white stilletoes added to her small frame. Donna, from my deduction was a girl who was always cherry and optimistic about life and everything it brings. She was probably a daddy’s girl and an only child too. “Its great to see my brother in-law after what- three months?” Donna laughed and

You are very, very bad and that's why I adore you. Donna loves rich, old guys not because of a personal kink but because they aren’t that demanding in bed. In most cases, she would just give them a short blow job or ride them for five minutes, and then that’s it. With her first customer completely satisfied, she can move on to the next randy geezer in a flash. Not with Rube, though.

For twenty-two years, I had been the only daughter of the Falcones. Everyone in the family held me in their hands. Underboss Leon Marchetti took a bullet for me. Consigliere Enzo Ricci stormed into enemy territory just to pull me out. Vice Don Darius Lombardi even swore in front of the Don himself that no matter what happened, I would always be the first person he protected. They spoiled me rotten, made me willful, and convinced me of one thing. No matter who I eventually chose as my fiancé, they would never leave my side. Until six months ago, when the real Falcone heiress, Bianca Falcone, came back to the family. Little by little, their time, their protection, all their care shifted t

"Crazy bitch, still trying to fight back? You better lick my shoes clean right now. Otherwise, you're not leaving this room today." "You're the crazy one! I'm the Donna of the Rossi family. My husband Vincenzo is Don Rossi, and you're making me lick your shoes?" I thought they'd stop their nonsense once they heard my identity. Instead, they exchanged glances and burst into even wilder laughter. "You really won't give up, will you? You didn't even finish school, you show up at a bar dressed like a hooker, and you dare claim to be the Rossi family's Donna? Aren't you afraid the Don will come after you?"

I thought I would be calm. But when the truth finally came out, my body trembled all the same, and I couldn't stop it. "Heads of the families, I know you all want Louis dead right now, but before he's judged, there's a personal debt I mean to settle with him." I took a deep breath. "I wonder if any of you remember the former Donna of the Vitale family. My mother, Selena Pavano." "Twenty years ago, my brother was barely a month old when Louis's wife Jessica threw him from an upper floor to his death. And my father, Louis, never bothered to learn the truth. He took Jessica at her word and had my mother beaten to death..."