Novel & Cerita Lacey Bloom Nude

Chapter 2. Her mother was arched in a perfect doggy-style position on the bed, completely naked and glistening with sweat. Her curvy, mature body looked incredible... her big, heavy breasts swinging and bouncing deliciously with every brutal thrust, the dark nipples rock-hard and swaying. Her round, full ass rippled and jiggled each time her partner slammed into her from behind, his powerful hips driving forward with force. Layla could see the thick, veined shaft of the man’s cock stretching her mother’s pink, dripping pussy wide open on every deep stroke, pulling out shiny and coated in creamy juices before slamming back in.

*BE MY NAKED LOVE* *CHAPTER 2* Approximately one hundred and sixty three days left, Lance had raised just three thousand dollars from the coffee shop and selling some of the possessions he owned. Vanessa still hadn't made a penny to bring home. Later that night she headed up to the biggest club in the town THE NEXUS. On arriving there , she met the female lead stripper Selma who was amazed by Vanessa's physical appearance and instantly knew she would be a top watch by the men.

Bryce entered his bedroom and was surprised to see Nella stark naked on his bed. The only thing covering her nude body was just a flee blanket that he had thrown on the bed In the morning before he left for work. Bryce frowned when he saw her there. He doesn't fuck a woman on his bed. His bed is off limits to all his whores and with good reason too but he couldn't do anything about it now. She was already lying down and he wouldn't want to spoil the fun by chasing her away.

The flowers embroidered on it were very beautiful. Layla tried on one of the dresses I picked for her. It looked good on her. She looked like an innocent girl who came from a countryside filled with vigor and curiosity. This new look of Layla was more stunning than the badass Layla. "Is it really good?" Layla blushed at my compliments. "Yeah. You can try wearing that outside. I bet many men who wanted to protect this lovely look of yours would line up." Layla glared at me for teasing her. But she took a picture of herself with red cheeks. Then she picked up a white summer dress with red peony printed on it.

Layla removed her clothes, standing confidently in plain view. Her skin was pale and radiant. "Arms up," I instructed. "I'll measure your bust." I wrapped the measuring tape around her chest and gently tightened it. Her youthful body felt supple and firm against my hands. The soft, springy fullness of her chest was irresistible, and I couldn't resist squeezing her lightly. She smirked. "You're so bad." I let out a soft chuckle. The measurement revealed a stunning surprise—Layla's bust measured a full D-cup.

I give an innocent smile and continue walking, ignoring her obvious attempt at flirting. Layla follows closely behind me. I can hear her heavy heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Every now and then, she stops in front of me, stopping my stride or leaning close, her soft perfume filling my nose. The scent of jasmine and citrus, mixed with the sweet aroma of her hair shampoo and perfume. It smells divine, like a garden of flowers and freshly mown grass. “So how much would it cost to take that piece off your hands?” “Which?” “TheGalatea of Spheres, silly.”

The VIP room was small and dark, lit only by a faint purple light that made Layla’s skin look like glowing silk. She stood in the center of the room, and the three men, Marcus, Jax, and Leocouldn't breathe just looking at her. She was built with incredible curves, her waist tiny and her hips wide and heavy. Her breasts were the best part; they were huge, round, and so heavy they swayed beautifully with every step she took. The skin on her chest was pale and soft, and her nipples were dark and hard, poking out like they were begging to be tasted. She reached back and unhooked her gold bra, letting her heavy breasts fall free, bouncing softly as they were released. The men groaned at the sight

She was naked before him, covering the pink nubs of her breasts so shyly, not knowing that it further enhanced her charm. He could feel her flower weeping nectar on his thighs and the pearl between it was visible as she slowly rocked herself back and forth on his thigh, she watched him with hazy delirious eyes as she sought pleasure at his expense, those dainty arms that covered her modesty slowly moved away and those pink nubs with her full breasts were visible- "Layla" Icarus choked out her name with animalistic carnal desire as his palms encased her waist to stop her from moving, golden irises shut tightly and he breathed deeply gritting his teeth.

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.

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.