Evol Lana Nude Novels & Stories

she asked. Yes!" Luna jumped, clapping her hands in excitement. "Wait," she said, went to her room, opened her bag while humming a tune, and returned to Zoey's room. "Look," she showed her beautiful black bikini. "It's already 4, we can head towards the beach," Zoey said, glancing at her watch. "I will in 2 minutes, "Luna said, dashing into her room. In another room, Evangeline removed her full-neck top and stared at her reflection in the mirror revealing the violet hickey on her pale skin. "Shit, I don't know how to hide this. Aaron..." she whispered as she threw her blouse on the bed.

His sharp eyes rested on Eva, who was too preoccupied with her food to notice his gaze. Even as she ate, there was an undeniable elegance to Eva’s movements. Her naturally wavy, midnight-black hair was tied up in a casual bun, revealing her smooth, porcelain-like skin that seemed to glow under the light. Her blueish-green eyes shimmered subtly, framed by long, dark lashes that gave them a mesmerizing depth. Despite her simple demeanor, there was an air of grace and refinement about her that was impossible to ignore.

Her beauty literally took Tyler's breath away. “Hi, baby,” he greeted, kissing her. “You look gorgeous as always.” “Thank you.” Her cheeks heated. Lana wore a white floral gown with yellow sunflower prints in the lower part. She had yellow beach sandals on and had knotted her hair in a messy bun. She applied a faint makeup and added golden earrings, a necklace, and a wristwatch. Her smile was so dashing. Shimmering off his clothing, “what did you do while I was gone?” He walked to the wardrobe, picking out a simple blue pair of jeans trousers, a white shirt, and white sneakers.

I felt like a princess for a moment. "Now, the shoes." Diana lifted the heels up and my jaw dropped. "Diana! The heels are too high!" "What?!" "I can't wear this." "Ugh! Come on Annabel.." "I'm sorry." She ruffled her hair for a moment before lighting up. "Hayden!!!!" She yelled. I covered my ears. "What." He said at the door. "Get me the shoe box under my bed in my room stat. " "Why?" "Do you want to see your Luna in 5 minutes or not."

Lana commented as she unzipped her midnight black puffer coat. When they got to the middle of the aisle, she stopped and took the coat off. Dax’s blue eyes nearly popped out of his head. Lana was wearing a tighter than tight white turtleneck that showed off her good size assets. Dax swallowed hard. “Is it okay if we sit here?” she asked softly as she turned to him. “Oh, yeah,” Dax mumbled as he was looking at her chest.

“Please tell me it’s not grey anymore. I have no clue if shadows stain or not, but for his sake he better hope they don’t.” “Nope, your luscious locks are their usual shade of Malfoy blonde.” “Ha-ha,” she mocked, spinning around. Everything about Evangeline, from the cut of her waist to the small swells of her breasts, was willowy and delicate. In short, the woman had the body of a supermodel. Catching me staring, she puckered her lips and blew me a kiss. Cheeky bitch. “You’re more than welcome to join me, Ana.” She sang. “Nyla won’t be jealous, I swear.”

It wouldn't have surprised me too much if Lana captured that image as a screen-saver. I settled back in the office-style chair-which conveniently had a tilt function-and took my quickly-growing dick in my hand. On the TV Lana had also settled back in her chair, and apparently had her feet up on the desk on either side of her computer. Her naked body filled her half of the screen, and I finally got a chance to just stare at and appreciate her petite Polynesian beauty.

I never imagined sparing that child would come back to bite me in the ass. Lana is stretched across one of the loungers when I step into the pool area, sunglasses covering her eyes and one arm resting above her head. She wears a black thin contraption females call a bikini, skin shining beneath the afternoon sun. If not for the tattoos covering half her body, one will believe she can’t hurt a fly. I drop into the lounge chair beside her, stretching my legs out in front of me as I stare at the water. For a few seconds, neither of us speaks, and I listen to the soft splash of the filtration system while trying to decide how to do this.

[Erica] "How many times will you look at the mirror? Had I known better, I would have assumed that you are a narcissist," Lana commented drily while she sat cross-legged on her bed. Once again, Erica had asked for her friend's help for the outfit. Lana had picked out a beautiful, off-shoulder, emerald A-line dress, and matched it with silver hoops. She had dragged Erica to the town, and they had done shopping for quite a long time. Josh had been sulky when he came to know about their impromptu shopping trip.

“Those names seem familiar somehow. Can’t put my finger on it, but take a photo. I’ll look into it.” I take a few photos with my phone, examining the ledger for anything linking it to the others when Milo interrupts. “Leni.” He stands up and looks pale. “What?” I stand up as well and look at the photo he’s pointing at. On top of the pile of polaroid photos is Evie Tuttle in a bra and underwear, standing against a wall as if she were getting a mugshot. She looks too stoned to be scared. Her blue eyes are watery and lifeless, looking past the camera. There are sores and scabs all over her unwashed body. Her hair is unkempt with tangled bangs in her face. She has her arms folded over her midsec