That 70s Show Hot Donna Novels & Stories

"Oh no you don't," she said. "You've been flaunting that giant cock in my face all afternoon, you dirty old man," she said. "You've gotten to look at all these hot young girls today and it got you all hot and bothered, didn't it," she said. Don couldn't help himself, apparently, and nodded at the young woman. Releasing John, who groaned loudly, clutching at his cock and balls, Donna turned and moved over to Dexter.

When I walked out of the hospital clutching the miscarriage report, dazed and hollow, my husband Enzo called. "Feeling any better? I'll send a car for you. Corinne, you know that as my Donna, you have to follow the family rules. I can't bend them just because of your old stomach issues." "And don't blame Elara. She was only doing what she was told." I answered flatly, "Okay." He laughed. "That's my good girl." What Enzo didn't know was that it wasn't just a stomachache. I'd lost the baby. Three hours earlier, when the pain had become unbearable and I tried to leave, Elara had stopped me: "Ten more minutes, Corinne. You shouldn't put Enzo in a difficult position over something so trivial." En

The affection in his eyes was so clear that, for a moment, I almost believed that I was his entire world. I lowered my head, trying to hide the bitterness rising in my chest. ‘Elijah, this is the last chance I’m giving you. I hope you don’t disappoint me.’ Just as my resolve softened, I received a message from Naomi Cook that very night. Along with it was a photo of her celebrating her birthday with Elijah and Kai. In the picture, Naomi held up two gift boxes with the Cartier logo, smiling brightly. Her message was smug and provocative. [You’re still not leaving? Your husband and son both like me more. How do you still have the nerve to hold on to the donna position?]

"Consigliere, I want a divorce from Cassius. I’m handing back all the businesses under my name. Draft up the papers." The old Consigliere frowned. "Camilla, this marriage keeps the peace between our two families. Can you think this over?" I was the frontwoman for Cassius Marino’s dirty empire for three years. In the shadows, I was this cold-blooded Don's legal wife. A month ago, a Mexican cartel kidnapped me. That night, the cartels blew up my husband's secure line, demanding a thirty-million-dollar ransom. He let it ring. They ended up throwing me into an abandoned meat locker in freezing temperatures. I almost froze to death. Luckily, a butcher stumbled in and dragged me out just in time.

But no one was more stunned than Enzo. He stopped in the doorway. Air punched out of his lungs. He had never seen her like this. Not timid. Not cautious. Not shrinking under the weight of his family name or Lucia’s shadow. No— Bianca was brilliant. She moved her hands as she spoke, illustrating lines, harmony, and spatial balance with effortless authority. Her passion filled the room. Her ideas drew murmurs of approval. Her presence—soft yet steady—held everyone captive. Including him. Enzo’s throat tightened.

“We are hosting today. Can you try not to have your head in the clouds?” “You said that you loved me, right?” he teased and my cheeks flamed again. “Childish,” I muttered, walking back to the packhouse to find Cain. I was met with panicked yelling. Donna was hunched over, her hand pressed against her chest. Farah stood beside her. “Breathe in,” Farah said and Donna sucked in a sharp breath and held it. “Out.” Donna blinked rapidly, tears pooling in her eyes. Farah tilted her head up. “If you cry now, you will ruin your makeup.”

She could do nothing now but wait for her mother to take action. A sound came from behind, and everyone turned their heads in unison. Catherine also turned back to take a look. It turned out that Donna and her husband had arrived. Today was her seventieth birthday, and she entered the hall in a festive red traditional dress, looking energetic. Everyone stood up and happily wished Donna a happy birthday, their faces filled with smiles. The two elders walked towards the main table, where the close relatives, including Korbin and the others, were seated.

Aslan replied firmly, and Alexa couldn’t help but smile secretly. “Oh, so what’s this? A battle between the acting brother and the boyfriend?” Donna sneered, placing her hands on her hips. “You’re too young to play father to that woman. She’s already twenty-two, Aslan! She left seven years ago; she can take care of herself.” “She’s under my care, and I’ll defend her no matter who I’m up against.” “Oh,” Donna smirked, striking a pose that made her assets stand out against her tight white leggings.

"Mmmmm, you touch me so good, Donna. I love being touched this way." Penny sprawled back, her arms lifted above her head, that honey-blonde hair fanning out around that sweet face. Donna moved off the couch and knelt between Penny's spread thighs, gazing hotly between them. She ran her hands, both of them now, up and down those creamy smooth thighs, feeling the trembling heat of that skin. She shoved the short skirt to Penny's hips, and stared at the slight bulge of the girl's cunt.

Donna came out of the bathroom dressed in her new outfit and she looked so HOT! Her outfit consisted of a tight knit white tube top that was so thin you can make out her nipples (even if they weren't already hard as a rock)a short red mini skirt that had a zipper on the side made of a very thin material. Needless to say, the outfit displayed the considerable and luscious curves of her 34c-24-35 figure. The top displayed a generous amount of Donna's ample cleavage. Her breasts were large and firm, without any sag or give in them. Just like the top, the short-skirt fit Donna's body like a tight glove. It went down to the mid-point between her hips and knees, and offered a wonderful view of her