Harley Milan Nudes Novels & Stories

Hazel walked out of the bathroom naked, after she had her bath in a scented water, prepared by Rita. She gently released the pin holding her bun hair, as it fell down to her shoulders, she stood, faced, at the huge mirror hanged in Luther’s chamber, she watched herself in the mirror closely, admiring every bit of her naked body, and her beauty, while caressing her lips with her thumb, with her eyes closed, imagining all the bad things he promised to do to her.

" And oh, did I forget to add? Not only are they married but also have four kids, a set of quadruplets to be precise " " What?! " Harley jerked up from her seat and that was when her face came into view. Harley was a very beautiful woman. Having wide eyes, a symmetric nose, a well-defined jawline, a refined chin, and full perky lips, Harley was the perfect definition of a model. Well, in fact... she was a model. " You sprouting nonsense, Ian. Denzel can't be married, it's not possible! " Harley was finding it hard to believe.

And after that, he brought out his d**k and start pumping her fully with a big thrust going in and out of her while she screams heavily. They do this for ten minutes before c*m And release her. They both fell on the bed with a panting and thumping heart. Harley do miss this part of him a lots ***** End of flashback "Now tell me! What plans do you have concerning Waylen?" ****** T b

Completely naked. What the hell?

Harley twirls back too and then he appears from a dark passage into the bright light of the room. He is wearing joggers and a black shirt with a cigarette in his hand. His head is down and when he is close enough, he looks up. "Good day to you too, Mr. Monteiro. It is so nice to finally meet you, I have heard a lot about you from my husband", Harley mutters with excitement. If I am not the master of this game, I won't think this isn't real and she is just acting the role she has been given. Xavier's gaze falls on her and his countenance changes instantly into that of rage.

But as she took in his visuals, she could not help but be mesmerized by his sharp jawline, thick eyelashes, slim nose, also, his bare chest decorated with abs and muscles that defined the word perfection. Her cheeks flushed when she realised she was gawking like a hawk at a man's bare chest for the past fifteen minutes. No one taught him manners it seems Miliani muttered under her breath, trying to ease the rising guilt of her own actions, as he was sleeping with his upper body naked in someone else's presence. But it wasn't her fault, she had never seen any man's bare body before, especially not one as perfectly sculpted as his.

The moment Harley got hold of him, she held him still, flipping him around so that his front was facing Izzy, and with just one sleek move, she put a nail in his dick. A thundering yelp tore out of my father's throat while he rolled on the floor like a bitch. Izzy tossed the nail gun to Harley and picked my father up from the ground, turning him so that he was facing Harley with a tsk. "You enjoy sticking out your dick for others to see, yeah?" She gritted and put another nail in his dick. My mouth gaped open, not because of what was being done to Dario, but because Harley seemed to care about what was done to me. Disgusting things which I couldn’t completely bring myself to talk about—the t

The city lights outside painted everything in soft neon and gold, but my eyes were locked on the scene unfolding directly opposite me on the 12th floor. Mr. Harlan, fifty-six, broad-shouldered, silver hair still thick, body kept hard by daily gym sessions and sheer arrogance, was fucking a girl who couldn’t have been older than twenty-two. She was bent over the back of his leather couch, completely naked, her perky tits pressed against the glass, nipples hard from the cool surface. Her mouth was open in a silent moan as Mr. Harlan stood behind her, pants around his ankles, driving his thick cock into her pussy with powerful, wet thrusts.

But it was the lower half of his body that made my breath hitch. The hard, thick length of him was pressing firmly against the small of my back, a blatant reminder that the man currently teaching me to ride a Harley was also a very dangerous, very aroused Mafia boss. Even with the cool wind whipping past us, my face was on fire. 'Focus, Elena. Focus on the road. Not on the mafia boss getting aroused while teaching you to ride a motorcycle. That's not weird at all. This is totally normal.' Spoiler: It was not normal.

My frown comes when I get to her neck as she unzips her jacket, and it gets more prominent when she looks at the guy carrying who I guess is an unconscious Harley on his shoulder. My gaze is impenetrable matching my changing mood, that is tumbling south, fast when Beggar throws her head back and laughs. Not only does it make my dick hard, but it has the room quietening as many of the men are looking at the black haired beauty. That is exactly what she is, a fucking beauty. Her mouth moves and I wish I could be there beside her to hear that raspy voice of hers talk. She is the reason Harley is caught. She doesn't know that Bull called the club after they took Harley down with the darts.