Lacey Evens Nude Novels & Stories

"Let's get their pussies ready for being fucked. Lacey says she's not a virgin, but I think she broke her hymen on accident. She won't tell me who took it." "Because it's lame that I'm a virgin," muttered Lacey. "You eat out her cunt while I take care of my little girl," moaned Stephanie. "I've wanted to eat her pussy so badly. I have to show you that I'm all in on this." "God, yes," I groaned. "You heard your mother. On your back so we can eat your cunts!" "Yes, Daddy!" they both sang out and fell back on the bed. They spread their legs, Lacey's left going over Jessie's right. They held hands. I stared at their pussies. Both were shaved, but Lacey, to my surprise, had a pierced clit.

It must be the vodka. Has to be the damn thing really kicking in now. Because my eyes won't stop roaming eover very mouthwatering piece of this man's body. And that's when it hits me. This man is almost nude— save the tattoo perfectly sitting on his chest, flexing his abs and pectorals. Other than that, it's just a tiny towel wrapped around his waist, looking like it might snap loose at the slightest movement. Holy hell, I'm so freaking done for! Is this Lyra girl not just a stripper but a whore?

_________________ "I feel like an idiot." "You don't look like an idiot," Lacey tilts her head and studies me from top to toe. I'm in a long dress— simple, full skirted, nipped just a bit at the waist. The pale gray is quiet, almost demure. Except that Lacey has left the long line of front buttons undone to my thigh. The tiny silver hoops at my ears are Lacey's contribution again. "You look," Lacey finally decides. "Like a virgin eager to be sacrificed."

The curtains were heavy velvet, but I eased them apart just enough to see. The backyard was lit by floodlights that turned the falling snow into glittering diamonds. A woman (completely naked) lay sprawled on the frosted grass like it was a summer beach. Her skin glowed pale against the white, long dark hair fanned out around her head, arms stretched above her in deliberate surrender. She arched her back, breasts high, thighs parted just enough to be obscene and artistic at the same time. She looked fearless. Owned. Radiant. And kneeling in front of her, camera raised to his eye, was Cassian.

Her auburn weave was in a ponytail. “Hey, you. Been shopping?” Lacey asked as she pulled the white ear buds out of her ears. “Yeah, but I didn’t see anything that I wanted. I just window-shopped,” Layla lied as she walked to her friend. “Darn it. If I didn’t have to push my work out for this afternoon, I would have gone with you,” Lacey said as she lightly jogged in place. She was a few inches shorter than Layla, who was five-foot-six when she wasn’t wearing heels. She had chocolate, flawless skin, which contrasted Layla’s light, urban hue.

Damian pushed the door open, and all three brothers froze at the sight that greeted them. Eve lay sprawled across the massive bed, completely naked, the covers kicked off entirely. She was asleep....they could tell from her deep, even breathing, from the way her face was relaxed and peaceful against the pillow. But her thighs were spread slightly, and even from the doorway they could see the evidence of her arousal glistening between her legs. Her body was a work of art in the moonlight filtering through the windows. Curves and valleys, smooth skin marked with their bites and bruises from earlier, breasts rising and falling with each breath. She looked like a sacrifice laid out on an altar,

The girl's naked body looks very seductive. .

I need no seer to tell me that Lacy had finally gotten her hand on the document that will prove her innocence. "What is happening here and why's Celeste in handcuffs?" Mum asks again. Lacy turns towards our direction which got my lips hanging in awe. I blink to be sure it's Lacy right here in front of me. Her skin glows so that I almost see myself through it. Her red gladiator heels complement her mini white gown, which clings to her body like a second skin.

Then this’d happened! Feeling ungainly, unhappy and vaguely grubby, she started to insert the familiar white cotton tube — then groaned aloud in intense, unwanted pleasure. Her body spasmed as her feverish imagination made the small white cylinder into something much bigger and smoother and hotter - the stiff, heated bar of Nathan Levay’s long prick! ‘I thought you had run away,’ he said softly when Lacey returned to the party five minutes later, her face white and her hands shaking. I should’ve done! she thought wildly, smiling and murmuring a vague excuse. It'd be much less painful to leave now — to weep, drink alone and masturbate — than to stay and be forced into embarrassing explanation

I just want to swim with you this time,’ Layla thought to herself while making a face. “It’s all right. If you don’t want to then you can wait for me here as I take a dip,” she casually said while casually taking off her shirt. Layla wanted to do the thing casually in front of Zev to avoid having him suspecting her for getting his attention. After all, she knew how narcissistic he could be. “All right. If you don’t want to swim then just watch me enjoy it alone,” she whispered as she pulled down her pants, leaving her wearing nothing but underwear.