Lacey Evens Nude Novels & Stories

“Sure thing.” I expected her to call for a cat. Whistle. Something. Instead, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her leggings and pushed them down in one smooth motion. No panties. Just bare skin, smooth and inviting. Her pussy—shaved, lips already glistening slightly—came into view as the fabric hit her ankles. She kicked them off, then peeled her tank top over her head. Naked. Completely. Breasts full, nipples hard points in the cool air. My jaw dropped. Cock strained so hard it hurt. “Eve…”

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.

She is stunning. A black dress split at the thigh, bare back, simple yet elegant hairstyle. She moves with that natural confidence that drives me wild. I feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I curse myself for what I'm feeling. Especially in front of Cassandre, who clings to my arm with a tight smile. Lucas is already there, chatting with Lior. Cassandre quickly slips away to join Anaëlle, leaving me alone. And that's when I see them: Lyra and Daniel.

She asked bitterly, with her hands on the wardrobe handles without opening it. "What do you mean? I can decide to," I answered, before turning to leave the room. "Meet me downstairs," I yelled, trotting down the staircase. "I'm still going to see you naked," I whispered again, but not with the intention of being heard. After few minutes of waiting downstairs at the same time taking a cup of juice, Layla appeared in a yellow tank top, blue jean and black leather boots. "What a nice dress sense you have," I teased.

Zayn’s pov I came inside the packhouse, wanting to surprise Eve. Asher and Leia were still in the living room, watching a movie with their kids, and they told me I was welcome to go upstairs. I entered the room and heard the shower turn off, expecting Eve to step out in her pajamas or at least a towel, but my second mate liked walking around naked in her own room, it seemed. "I don’t mind that at all." Nadeem said appreciative. "Once we live with Eve, she can walk around naked all day long."

*She grinds her ass back teasingly, hedonistic eyes commanding as she spreads thighs wider, pussy lips parting invitingly, ready for filling. *Eyes widen in shock as they take in the scandalous scene before them - their best friend's mother, Stefanie, sprawled naked on the bed, laptop open to an array of hardcore pornography, her own body glistening with arousal. The provocative invitation hangs heavy in the air, a challenge issued directly to Y/N.*

“Don’t judge me, he’s gorgeous from head to toe. And if you saw… what he does!” “Oh no…” Layane lamented, dying of embarrassment. “My God, she saw Cassius mastur ” she couldn’t even finish. “My God, I… after this, I’m going to my room,” she muttered, ashamed of her younger sister, who spoke as if it were the most normal thing.

She was a lively, affectionate child, happily attending pre-school . Lucas lowered his daughter to the deck and fought off the energetic advances of the dog. Layla's lush curves were showcased in a blue bikini. He reminded her with a lazy grin, his stunning eyes straying appreciatively over the lush curves. Layla's bare shoulders were already beating down on the heat of the Turkish sun, and she lifted a towel to drape it round her and cover her skin, which never got a tan. They were returning to California to celebrate her twenty-ninth birthday at the Fever nightclub, where they had first met.

Until this night, she never dared to come to Grace's room but tonight she was drunk and she wanted nothing but Grace. Evelyn presses against Grace, who manages to slide her bra off her shoulders and onto the floor, and pushes her tongue back into Grace's mouth. With little discussion, her fingers find the buttons of Evelyn's jeans and nimbly undo them. Grace has seen breasts before, obviously, but something is enthralling about Evelyn's milky skin turning pink when it reaches her nipples. Grace reaches out a hand and brushes one of the girl's nipples, relishing in the soft sigh Evelyn releases in response,

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.