Wentworth Franky Novels & Stories

Kath was surprised and spilled what she was drinking in her mouth. "Puuwwaah! Cough. Cough" she surprisingly reacted. "Hahaha. You got excited right. You must be curious now what he got for you! Hehe." Nath said. She quickly replied, "No I'm not." as her cheeks turns red. Frankie quickly rose on her chair and went to get the gifts from Grey and the others. "Uh where it is, ow here we go!" Frankie said to herself. "I got it. Wow, what could be in it, the box is quite small." She added.

Her eyes shut close revelling in his touch and care. *** “Cheers, boys! Drink up!” Boyles hollered, urging the boys to drink up. “Tom-morr-row, my packets…be dippp fulllll with half a m-million dollars.” A lanky boy with spikes for hair slurred. He was Frank Bottoms. Boyles had tracked him down to the college, befriended him and came to the bar he frequented. “Frank!” One of his friends called. He belched before continuing, “Come onn… Let us watch the tape.”

It looked as if we were going to have to coach them. "Frankie's I want you to taste my twat" Kerry said with a smile. He grinned and went in for the dive. "No, not like that. I want you to taste me off Carl's cock." We waited and Frankie nodded in agreement. Carl took his cue, and Frankie knew what was coming for Carl too so he came to me. Both of our husbands dipped their cock in our drenched cunts until there were glistening with sweet pussy juice.

I say, flicking my eyes back up at him. “Yeah, but you held onto that money, didn’t you?” Frankie says with a wide grin. “It was probably the greatest thing I’ve ever seen – your ass in the air over his shoulder, two hands full of cash. I knew in that instant that I’d finally found my wife.”

Frank knocked on the apartment door exactly twenty minutes later. Mira’s heart hammered as Kate opened it with a bright, slightly tipsy smile. Frank was thirty, tall and broad-shouldered from years of gym habits that hadn’t faded after graduation. He had short dark hair, a strong jaw, and an easy confidence that made both girls weak. He wore a simple black t-shirt that hugged his chest and gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the impressive outline of his cock even when soft.

“Hey, Frankie! Come over here.” My mouth went dry as the man got up and walked toward us. Frankie was in his forties but looked careworn. Leathery skin covered his thin frame, but his arms were still leanly muscled. The fleur-de-lis he must have bought from Josephine was on a cord around his neck. He looked at me warily as he took the stool beside me. He was covered in scars, and one eye was milky from an injury. “Just so you know,” Frankie said in a gruff voice, “I’m only here because Oscar vouched for you.”

Wentworth waved his hand and said to her, “Mom, as you know I’ve been overseas for the past while, and this time I’m back to celebrate your birthday. That said, I’m also back to bring you good news. It’s a lucrative money-making project.” “Oh?” Granny replied with her eyebrows raised. “Do tell.” Indeed, members of the Lyndon clan had heard that Wentworth made a lot of money overseas. When he came back, he casually gave Samantha and Lily two large checks. He truly made people envious. Wentworth let out a laugh. “Mom, I made a friend when I was overseas. His name is Tony, he’s a financier. We just need to give him the money, and it will be doubled after a month!”

With that said, he walked away, grabbed the bun of the wealthy heiress, and sarcastically remarked, "Bethany, with your intelligence so dim that you can't even distinguish who the real Mrs. Frost is, you can forget about being a mistress." Bethany frowned deeply. "Franky! What do you mean?" "If you call me that disgusting nickname again, I'll send you back overnight." Frank let her go, gave me a meaningful glance, and just when I thought he was going to reveal the truth to his "dear sister," he clapped his hands. "I meant that you're stupid." I was somewhat surprised. I ran through my mind of the sons of affluent families in Jelaston, and indeed, there was no one like him.

someone interrupts "Sorry to interrupt but I'll answer that" wendy is her name, she's the president of almost all the clubs in school, and also one of the smartness person the whole school she's a total nerd and she's definitely not friendly "Vending machines? What are you trying to imply Frankie that everyone has money to buy over priced snacks that aren't even healthy?, let me tell you all this, vote for me and I will make sure to go directly to the principal and I'll help him select a better cook, and help with our school feeding budget and its a win win for everyone" soon everyone begins to clap and chorus for Wendy, and Frankie definitely wasn't happy

“What?” She shrugged her small shoulders, a look of indifference traveled across her features before she took her time with another bite. “I mean, Maverick doesn’t do relationships, does he? Why would you toss King to the side, I’m sure you don’t have that many guys waiting in line for you.” “Twat,” Frankie said. “No one asked you.” Waverly’s face turned red but I assumed by the heat in my cheeks that mine mimicked hers. She wasn’t lying, even if it was a selfish reason to say it. It was true—mostly.