Lacey Blair Nudes Novels & Stories

He was curious to open the album. Lexter opened the photo album, only to see big printed letters that read "YAZE". He furrowed his eyebrows and felt his heart suddenly beat faster. He opened the next page and shocked to see Yaze's pictures, flipped the next pages only to see all pictures were of Yaze in different posture and all was snapshots taken by Luis secretly. In the last page of the photo album was a 8x11 picture of Yaze in a seducted posture, facing front but a little sideways, fixing her hairs with two arms above her head making her uniform pulled up almost showing all her thighs and luckily for Luis to see her black panties peeping because the last button from the hem was unbutt

He asks, leaving the last part hanging. Lizzy nods lazily, still breathing hard, Aries hooks his fingers into her waist band for her skirt and pants and removes them in one swift motion, leaving her perfect glistling pussy for us to feast our eyes upon. Instead of feeling embarrassed and trying to cover herself, like we both expected she opens her legs and looks up biting her bottom lip.

LUCIAN I make quick work of Blair’s zipper and help her out of the dress. A strangled groan leaves my lips when I see she has only skimpy lace set panties under it. No bra. Fuck. She wants to kill me. I trace her dark nipples, watching as the already hard nub pebbled more against my fingers. “No bra?” I questioned. “Hopeful much?” She grinds against my cock, her hot center making my ball tighter against my skin.

Palm fronds clattered softly in the night breeze. Layla Reyes had come alone. Thirty-four, recently single after a long, quiet unraveling of a relationship that had stopped feeling like home years before she left it. She was tall, sun-kissed, with shoulder-length black hair that curled at the ends from the salt air, dark eyes that caught light, and a body that moved with the easy confidence of someone who had learned to take up space without apology. She wore a simple black bikini during the day and, tonight, a thin white linen dress that tied at the neck and fell loose to mid-thigh—nothing underneath, because the heat made anything more feel like punishment.

She buried groan as she ran her fingers up and down her privates. The sight of what was happening in front of Lucius in particular had lifted his spirits, and he was eager to have a taste of her. Darius's cock quivered as he saw Layla’s nakedness for the first time in his life. Layla's hair and slender figure set her apart from any other naked lady he had ever seen. She had an embarrassed look on her face and wore her hair down. Her hips had the smallest curvature. Her little pink nipples were erect, and her lovely, perky breasts were little b-cups. Her tummy was smooth and level, and she had a cute little patch of light pubic hair atop her mound that she called her bush.

"Did we go too far, Hayden? He's still our daddy after all." "He isn't as long as I don't acknowledge it." Layla exhaled, then said, "By the way, where did you dig up his naked photos?" "From his private photo album." "I see… Why won't you show me the photos?" Hayden pulled a long face and said, "You'd go blind." "Why didn't you go blind, then?!" Layla said discontentedly. "I'm a boy! You're a girl, so you can't see it!"

She wasn't wearing panties. These… these sluts! This whole… this “counseling” had… this had all just been some kind of foreplay for them? Have an ugly, public breakup, drag all their friends into trying to help them, and then angry makeup sex? But as he looked at her exposed ass, there was also the undeniable truth that he now realized was painted on her thighs and his right hand: Blair was extremely wet. He glowered at Yara, realizing the way her thighs were pressed tightly together could only mean one thing. The usually self-assured girl shrank before him as he pushed Blair off of his lap and snarled, “Your turn.”

Then the floor creaked under my foot. Caught She froze. Then her eyes opened. Straight into mine. I flinched. “I, I was just going to the bathroom.” Layla didn’t flinch. She stood slowly, robe falling open further. Her breasts were round and bare, nipples stiff and dark. Her stomach curved into thick, perfect hips. Her thighs were slick with arousal. “You were watching me,” she said. I opened my mouth to deny it. But she stepped forward. “Come here.” “Mrs. Greene”

“Shut up.” Clothes came off in pieces. Maya’s top ripped. Bra unhooked and tossed. Lira’s dress hit the floor and she stood there naked, perfect, almost too perfect. Smooth skin, nipples dark and tight, a thin trail of hair leading down to a bare, glistening cunt. Between her legs something else flickered for a second—shadow, scales, gone before Maya could focus.

He started walking up the stairs. Lacey’s eyebrows rose at his taut chest and slight muscle definition. Then her mouth dropped open as his bottom half emerged from the water. He was nude. Lacey tucked behind a wall as her heart raced. She just saw him naked. Despite her embarrassment, she couldn’t resist peaking around the corner. Blake had grabbed a towel and began padding his physique dry. His back was facing her. His bottom was nicely rounded without a blemish from what she could tell. Lacey licked her lips as she envisioned grabbing it and squeezing a good handful – he turned around.