Laila Gomez Sex Novels & Stories

"Let's see how well you can take this." Dante's fingers, slick with her arousal, delved into Laila's pussy, circling her entrance before finding her clit. He pressed gently, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "Oh, Dante," she gasped, her hips bucking slightly. "You're so... good at this." He chuckled, his fingers continuing their exploration, finding her G-spot and applying just the right amount of pressure. "I aim to please, Laila," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Now, tell me, what do you like? What makes you scream?"

~ DAMON ~ I push open the door to my room, hell, mistake to our room, expecting to find Laia resting like I told her to. Instead, I’m greeted by a sight that stops me dead in my tracks. Fuck me. Laia is sprawled across our bed like a siren luring sailors to their death... Her body is laid out temptingly, legs crossed at the ankles, one hand resting lazily on the sheets beside her, the other slowly trailing over her own thigh. She’s wearing black lingerie, tiny lace that barely covers anything, the dark straps hugging her curves, pushing her breasts up and making her look like like a goddess sent solely to ruin my self-control.

But he was still afraid. Dating Lora had, in the beginning, been thrilling. It was like a rollercoaster ride, as she was a wild beautiful lady, whose body physique could make a eunuch regret his choice. Every chance she got, she'd pin Liam to the wall and grind the living daylights out of his throbbing groin. She went down on him in the car, in the elevator and even in the office. And her sex skills were unbeatable. But as time went on, Liam discovered he couldn't keep up with her anymore. She had the tendency to embarrass him at a strange time. And her libido was too high for him to keep up.

She sighed and let out a soft moan, wiggled her hips a bit and said, "it feels so good to have you inside me too, Liam. I've missed this." He grunted and pushed into her, causing her to moan louder, then quickly, he pulled out. "Roll over." He ordered. Layla quickly flopped onto her stomach, then pushed her hips up and spread her legs, allowing him to get into position behind her. She settled onto her knees and elbows, her gaping pussy waiting for him as she arched her back. Liam closed what little bit of space was between them, gripped her hips with his hands, and slid back inside of her in a single smooth thrust.

“With all these people around.” Laila’s eyes rolled back. Her walls fluttered. “No... please... I... nngh,” she whimpered. “Yes. Come for me, young lady.” His fingers flew faster. His cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. Laila’s whole body went stiff. Her pussy clamped down hard. She came with a long shaking moan muffled against the door. “Mmmph... haaaah... nnh!” Hot liquid gushed around his cock soaking her thighs and his pants. He kept rubbing her clit drawing the orgasm out until she was trembling and crying softly.

He held her up while Layla looked up at him. "Layla, wait.Where did you learn all this ?" Layla smiled. "I watch things online."She said non-chalantly. "At your age?" "Yeah,I started when I was fifteen." "You're not serious."He said "Of course, I'm serious." "How come you never had sex with Liam." "I was waiting for the right age." "You.---" "Shhhhh .." Layla shut him up again and went down on him. This time,she took his cock into her mouth, wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and continued to take him into her mouth again and again.

Most of the time, with me. Fuck I look like a fucking lady with so much gossip. -Are you listening to me?- she asks, chewing her gum loudly while she caresses her arm with her nails. -Yes- I say without barely listening to her. Then I turn around and find what I least thought I was going to see here. Lailah in boxing gloves. She knew she had a good hook, but she didn't think she would box. That makes her twice as attractive. What the fuck am I saying?

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

We will have long hours of travel tomorrow. After lunch, they decided to stay in their own rooms and rest but Laila went outside to meet her mom. Laila's hometown is just a cover-up for her true identity. Laila's mom was also an undercover of their group. Laila was from the Russian mafia. She went undercover as a model with Most Entertainment to find the woman who massacre one of their subgroup in Russia. The group that Alex eliminated because of her anger when her uncle Ty was taken hostage and beaten to death to force her to lose in a battle during the underground competition.

Camila mused, licking her lips and batting her lashes. "That what makes it more exciting Mrs Camorra" I reply before pressing my lips on hers in a soft kiss. I still have to apologize, and I will. She was right, I'm putting myself in danger of being with another woman after what happened in the past, but there was something about Camila that always made me fascinated by her, it was definitely her charm and it always worked on me.