Hot Donna That 70's Show Novels & Stories

"I don't care who you think I am. Breaking in, destroying my property—you have no idea what you've just started." Betty let out a cold, sharp laugh and hit me again. "Still putting on airs? Let me spell it out for you—I am the future Donna of the Gambino family! My man's sister is handing him the whole organization! I can crush a bottom-feeding whore like you whenever I want!" "Betty—" Before she could finish, one of her girls came rushing out of my bedroom, her face pale. "Betty! Look what we found in her drawer!" She was holding a ring.

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.

She blushed, and then turned back to the television. "You guys know how much I love getting all these loads from your big black cocks," Dottie exulted, as she looked directly into the camera, which was currently filming a side view of her servicing the two dicks. "I love when my pussy is leaking from the floods of cum you hot black studs always fill me up with." "That's so hot," Essence said, her hand reaching under her white dress to her bare pussy.

"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.

"Who is she?" Jaxter asked with sharp eyes, looking at the woman who seemed to be standing and talking on the phone. From her posture alone, he felt something was off about her. Thus, Jaxter deliberately rolled down his car window and stared at the woman so intensely that Donna even felt pierced by his gaze. She quickly moved out of Jaxter's line of sight. "Oh, her. Her name is Donna. She was a college friend of mine. Why?" Hayle asked, looking at her husband, whose face seemed very unfriendly.

I cleared my throat, “No, ma’am. Like I said, everything’s fi—“ The words trailed off in my mouth as she leaned into me, pushing my hair away from my ear to whisper in my ear. “Is this about the Don?” My eyes widened at the question, and I drew back to stare at her. How did she know…? Her moisturized lips stretched into a beautiful, patient smile then. “It was on the news,” she said as if she’d heard my thoughts. But a more pressing question was, how did she know I knew Damon?

Passing a hand over my knee and closing up the wound, treating the bruise, fading my scars. And there was Lady Donatella who had once shown me a glittering piece of fabric while i had been working with her on the new collections Winston wanted at that time. She had turned to me and flashed that beautiful piece of fabric in my face, "I had spent seventy three years trying to get this piece right," she had said with a straight face but I had laughed it off at that time, taking it to be a joke that hadn't been delivered well or was lacking it's satirical quality... But now... Now, I knew that she was a witch that dabbled with black magic and made herself look young and youthful after all these

She got some funny looks from some of them the other just paid attention, but she did not care, she only she hoped if she behaved herself he would eventually let her go. Anita was a strict woman barely above thirty five, but she still liked her. She had been working her for almost a decade according to one of the maids. She was told the names if others but the only only one she remembered where the ones that were nice to her and those are, Isabella, Rebecca and Mercy. Though others were nice to her, she just did not remember maybe because her head and body was killing her , that's what she gets for pushing herself to much. She just couldn't sit in bed all day doing nothing.

I drew in a deep breath. Three years. Dante and I hadn't seen each other in three years. The last time we met, I'd taken off the engagement ring with my own hands and given it back to him. He'd stood in the rain that day, soaked through, his eyes so red they looked ready to bleed. I didn't look back. I got into Dominic's car. Dominic was the Don of Mercer Family. From that day on, the entire hospital knew—Dante Blackwood despised Ivy Ashford.

Lena’s POV “Who gave you the right to talk to me like that?” she snapped. “I’m the future Donna.” Her eyes swept over me with contempt. “And you? You’re nothing but a joke.” I reacted quickly, grabbing for the glass to throw the water back at her. But before I could move, two guards stepped forward and caught my wrist. I turned sharply. They were Caleb’s men. “Are you two insane?” I demanded. “I’m your Donna. Let go of me, or I’ll call Caleb right now.”