Sweet Simone's Romane & Geschichten

I heard a noise and looked at the door - Simone was standing in the doorway, watching me jack-off! "SIMONE...." I started to protest but then I saw what she was wearing. A short black pleated skirt with black hold-up stockings and high heels, a tight white blouse and skimpy black bra - I quickly wondered if the labels were from a French store. I looked down at my swollen cock and at the pictures of Carla. I looked at Simone again - the similarities were wonderful.

Her dark hair falls glossy over her face, and she's holding court with a pack of drooling sophomore boys who can’t tell if they want to worship her or get out of her way. She looks like she owns the deed to the entire house and might just burn it down if she's bored. “Maxime Tremblay,” Simone announces as I push through, her gaze sweeping down my body with the slow appreciation of someone window-shopping for trouble. “You look like you came here to start shit. Did you come to find Jesus, or lose your religion?” I smirk, grabbing a cup from the pyramid of Solo towers behind her. “Definitely the second one. Maybe both, if he’s got good abs.”

She simpers. Excellent.

"Don't make this ugly." "Why so tense?" A familiar voice drifted over. I turned. Scott was walking toward us, smiling, one arm draped around Simone's shoulders. Simone wore a custom evening gown studded with scattered diamonds. The most eye-catching things were the twenty-four sapphires sewn into it. "I'm not upset anymore," she said sweetly. "Why is Fiona still making a fuss? Here, let me take you inside myself." Simone grabbed my hand and squeezed hard. The sharp edge of the gemstone on her ring dug into my palm. I winced and yanked my hand back.

she wondered, finding Ariel a little unfamiliar as she watched the latter get out of the car. … After finishing her work for the day, Simone headed over to the restaurant in a hurry. While she was in the car, she purposely removed her makeup to tone down the bold look she had on earlier. She only left a faint application on her brows, emphasizing her natural beauty. She'd gone on a diet for a month in advance for the sake of this role, further slimming down her already slender figure. At the moment, she was exuding a delicate grace with her white shirt on.

Simone said. "Like a dinner date?" she said with a blush. "Of course it a dinner date," "I will be there," Arianna said without hesitation. Simone place his hands on her cheek then cup her face in his hands, he look deep into her eyes, and she stared back with excitement. "You look so beautiful Aria, I can't stop thinking about you. your smile, your perfect lips, damn! they look so sweet," Simone bent his head towards her lips and Arianna closed her eyes expecting his lips to touch hers but it didn't happen.

Wren chuckled to Grace who also laughed, causing Simone to fume. “You should take acting classes, star in a movie where you’re the ugly villain. I’ll definitely tune in,” Grace added. “You shut your mouth!” Simone grunted. Simone's eyes darted around the room, seeing all the people staring and the phones subtly angled to catch the moment. She knew she had to be very careful about the way she acted next. She immediately put on a smile and said, “Felix is marrying the Ellington heiress soon. And when that happens our families will own the skyline. And pathetic leeches like you will be scraping our shoes.”

“It’s not easy, especially with how hard we all work. By the time I get home, I’m too exhausted to do much besides eat and go to bed.” “Mmm, yeah. Bet it’s nice to have someone to do that with.” Simone dogged his heels as Ace walked to his office but waited at the entrance. “I’ve tried but never met anyone worth seeing more than once or twice. What’s your secret?” Ace breathed a sigh of relief that Simone remained outside. “I dunno. I guess I’m just being myself.” “Yeah, I can see how that works for you.” Again, that half smile and intense, probing gaze from Simone . “How about we go over the Never Too Sweet campaign? We have that call with their execs later.”

"Simone, we need additional security." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was really insane as I recalled the event that morning. "Good morning father!" Sacha came to the door prancing in her black stilettos and green dress that came short to her knees. She kissed the elder on the cheek and situated herself in the vacant chair in front of Yulian. "Good morning to you too, son," she greeted Yulian who gave her a slight nod then her eyes hovered to mine. "Well, hello there darling! Aren't you a pretty little for the morning?" Her voice sounded so fake it made me want to puke on my spot. But I learned a thing or two from the last occasions not to ponder on the things she says.