Valentina Valshe Nude Novels & Stories

I grinned mischievously. "I’m just fucking good shot. " The water started to cool, and Valentina got out. I watched the water travel down her back, then over her bottom and long legs. She grabbed a towel, wrapped it around herself, and headed back to the bedroom. I dried off and finished the glass of whisky I had poured. As I entered the bedroom, I saw Valentina in pajama shorts and a T-shirt. Her wet hair was tied back in a ponytail. She was busy with her phone, lying on the bed with her ankles crossed.

Valentina was snuggled into my arms that we both didn't realize that the sun was up. I pulled her in for a kiss when I noticed she was awake. "We have a problem," Valentina said, pushing the duvet from her chest, exposing her perky breasts. "None you should be so frantic about," I pulled her close kissing her breasts. "Richy," she moaned, trying to suppress the pleasure I was rendering on her whilst shoving me away from her body.

With ease she looked up and saw Victor wearing dark jeans with a long-sleeved button-up shirt, his sleeves were folded to his elbows Damn, he looked so sexy that she just wanted to jump in him and surrender. Such a man would use her roughly and she would love it. Biting her lip, Valentina cleared her throat to get his attention "Umm, Vic… I mean sir… I didn't think you would call me," Valentina said softly doing everything to sound innocent and seductive. This was her one time to make sure Victor had her all to himself. Hence Valentina adjusted her front dress making sure her cleavage was showing enough

“Alessandra will never forgive you for taking her freedom. She might even hate you for it.” My eyes widened in shock when I saw my best friend, Valentina climbing on top of my husband. Her dress rode up to her waist, exposing her red panties as she wrapped her hands around his neck. She purred as she rubbed her fingers over his erection between her legs, stroking it through the thin fabric of his trousers, “I know how hard it must be for you not to touch a woman for so many days. If you want, we can continue our little agreement-”

Then, with a dancer’s grace, I roll onto my back, lifting my legs to rest on the desk and I split them apart. “I made Arancini. Your grandmother says you love them. Are you in? I’m coming to you,” I hear Valentina say as I lean back on one arm and pop the last few buttons of my shirt slowly until my white lacy bra comes to view. I run my hand down my neck, between my breasts and unclasp the front hook. Zefiro eyes drop to my chest, narrowing at my dark pink areola and hard nipples. His nostrils flare. Good. I run my hand down the length of my torso, raising my skirt high, so he can see the slip of white material barely covering my heat.

He walked straight to the painting, pressed the hidden latch, and it swung open again. “Come out, girl.” The darkness cleared. Valentina stepped into the light, naked, shaking, arms wrapped around herself. Streaks of dried semen still clung to her back and thighs. Her eyes were bold, lips trembling. Dante looked at her head to toe slowly and possessively. He pointed towards the floor right in front of him. “On your knees.”

She was pampered in exotic-smelling oils, treated to freshly pressed juice, water, a face mask, and a plate of fruit. The masseuses who worked on us side by side were skilled and professional. Valentina had been so tense at first, but after a little work, she fell asleep on the table—like a cat sunbathing. “Valentina… mi amore,” I whispered, brushing away a dark lock of hair spilling across the pillow. “Mmm… caro… just let me sleep a little longer, pretty please,” she purred without opening her eyes. I stroked her soft thighs, cupped her breasts, and gave them a gentle squeeze—just enough to get her heart rate going.

"Poor thing. Look at the predicament she's in right now." "Why would you pity her? Don Vitaly has absolute power in Novena. He's rich and powerful, and he gives her unlimited pocket money. This isn't domestic abuse. All she has to do is pretend that she's leading a normal life. It's stupid of her not to." I would have lost it if I heard this a year ago, but now, those words did not even make me pause my steps.

She nodded her head before hesitantly turning toward the screen. Her nose scrunched in disgust when the half-naked man pulled the girl only in her lingerie on his laps. They both kissed like mad persons and then the girl started grinding on guys laps. Valerie felt like puking. She wanted to look away but because of Xavier's order, she couldn't. Girl's moans and man's groans filled her ears making her more disgusted. He cursed throwing his head back before grabbing the girls waist and roughly grinding her lower body on his laps. They both soon let loud moans before the girl fell on the man's chest breathing heavily.

She smiled, "Imagine accusing I and the vice president of something like that. Do you know you can lose your position at NAD because of this?" He smiled at her too, "what is my position at NAD to me when I could make millions from selling the pictures I have of you both? And also I know you were the scientist behind plasmodyl, the killer drug." "Name your price?" He laughed, the idiot actually dared laugh at her, "what makes you think I want money? Like I said on the phone, I'm a secret admirer." He took her hand that was on the table and this time she did spit her drink... On him.