Lacey Blair Nudes の小説・ストーリー

Blair tried to stand up when Blaze pushed her and she laid on the bed. "I'm not..." replied Blaze as she got undressed. "What are you doing?" Blair asked when she replied, "I've heard that body to body massage works magic. Let's try it..." As soon as Blair saw the perky breasts of the girl in front of her, her hands automatically lose from her own breasts. She wasn't feeling uncomfortable anymore. Blaze gave a slight push to her panty and it slipped down her thighs and legs revealing her hairless vagina. She twirled around, showing every inch of her body to Blair.

Elias nodded once. Layla went to her room and ran herself a long, hot bath, sinking into the scented water until her skin flushed pink. When she stepped out, she didn’t reach for her usual pajama nightwear. Instead she opened the bottom drawer of her dresser and pulled out a sheer black babydoll nightie. The lace cups barely covered her full breasts, the hem ending just below the curve of her arse with no knickers. She brushed her damp hair until it fell in soft waves over her shoulders, added a touch of gloss to her lips, and slipped on a silk robe that did nothing to hide the outline of her body.

“Focus, dummy. I need your help.” “With what?” Blair’s voice dipped. “It’s about a friend of mine. Someone did something really messed up.” She glanced at Jacqueline, who sat quietly beside me, arms folded tightly across her chest like she was trying to hold herself together. Her scent was a mix of fear, shame… and a heat that made my jaw clench. “Check your F******k,” Blair said into the phone. “I sent you some pictures.” There was a pause. “Alright, gimme a sec… Okay, opening them now. Whoa.”

“Um… Good morning.” Layla mumbled as she stepped out of her room and locked her door. Her eyes were glued to the ground, not daring to look at Zayne. “Why aren’t you looking at me? I’m all dressed now.” He teased, poking her cheek. “Or are you dissatisfied that I’m not nude? I can strip if you want.” “No! Keep your clothes on! I don’t want to see you naked again.” She squeaked and quickly walked away from him.

Brianna perched on a server rack, bat across her lap like a scepter, red lipstick smeared from laughing, thighs rubbing under her jeans. Big Daddy Burrito loomed behind Layla, metal hand protective on her bare thigh, thumb tracing slow filthy circles, the heat from his chassis making her skin tingle, cock twitching under his panel like it wanted in on the fun. Layla crunched a kernel loud, salt on her lips, eyes locked on Rex and Milo—pants pooled at ankles, cocks half-hard from fear and secret want, the warehouse stinking of burnt circuits and fresh cum. “We’re the judges now” she said, voice lazy and venom-sweet. “No filming. Yet. Impress us—or we post your bisexual meme pages to your moms

For instance, there was a rear-side shot that showed her waist was uncovered, it showed her bare side from armpit to knees with most of her bottom, but was too far to the rear to get her exposed nipple (the girl had no sideboob) or any more than a hint of her rear cleft. They also took some graphic shots that we would keep for ourselves. Li would sometimes stare for hours at the one, a landscape shot showing navel to knees with back of the dress spread like a pair of open wings, that focused on her exposed open pussy, with the red and blue accents and the dragon tat. She had a print of her own, while I kept a blown up (larger than actual size) one in my office, on my wall for all to see. It

I step out of them while taking my woman to bed. I place her beautiful body in the middle of the bed as I watch her remove her pants in one swift movement. She is as ready for me as I am for her. She opens her legs, exposing her beautiful blue-laced underwear. I love my hands softly up her legs towards them and pull them down slowly, brushing the tip of my fingers on her warm skin. Her breathing is shallow, and her back is arched as I move my hands slowly into the inside of her thighs. “Open up for me,” I demand, and Layla spreads her legs, showing me the most beautiful pussy I have ever fucking seen in my life. The only and last one I ever want to see.

Last night, after we got back from Nightingale Street, we gathered with the crew at the club, brainstorming ideas on how to find Lizzy. “I don’t have time for your damn fantasies, Layla. Now let’s go. Get off your damn ass. I need to leave and lock up the room.” I slide into my boots and grab the rest of my shit before heading towards the door. But when she doesn’t follow immediately, I spin back around and see her on her knees, taking off her top. She reveals a sexy black lace bra that definitely gets my cock stirring.

She had learned well from Asher. “I’ll make sure everyone knows what you really are! You and your father are the same! Both of you are disgraceful, and—” “And this isn’t disgraceful?” Liz raised her phone again, showing an image on the screen. Lana gasped and covered her mouth. Liz was showing a photo of herself—completely nude. It wasn’t fake; Lana recognized the pose and the background. It was definitely her, but that picture was never supposed to be seen. It was stored safely on her phone.

Slowly, Layla undid the buttons of her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders before undoing her bra with ease and letting it drop to the floor. Atreus watched her, looking as if it was taking all his power not to ravage her right there. She watched his eyes as she kicked off her shoes and undid the buttons on her jeans before sliding them down her thighs and stepping out of them. Her silk panties shortly followed. And there she stood, naked and vulnerable to his gaze, with her skin glowing softly in the firelight. "Have I ever told you how stunning you are, Layla?" he asked in a husky voice.