Laila Gomez Sex Novels & Stories

A grin spread across my face, and I nearly fist-bumped the air with a loud "YES!" Kaboom! I affect my sweet little mate. She does want me. Victory! You’re all mine, little minx! I smirked inwardly. No matter how much you push me away, you're attracted to me. I was on cloud nine. This was fantastic. Thank you, Moon Goddess. And thanks to her challenge as well. "Hello everyone!" Laila greeted, drawing the crowd's attention. I cut off my inner cheering and focused on her. "As I see tonight's audience is mostly female, I believe it will be hard to top the previous performance. But, nevertheless, I will do my piece."

Gotcha. “If you’re this obsessed with pregnancy,” I murmured, low enough that only she could hear, “I could always help you experience it firsthand. All it takes is a little… teamwork.” Her eyes widened, then darkened. “Liam.” I grinned. “What? Just offering my services as your devoted, capable mate.” She shoved me—hard—and I stumbled back a step, laughing as Laila and Karen burst into giggles. “Serves you right,” Laila said, wiping at the corner of her eye. “You really thought that was smooth?”

Elara rested her face on her palms and blinked at her friend, “But didn’t you just say you wished you would marry? Doesn’t your heart hurt now that I have found someone?” Laila was embarrassed, and her face became pink. “Don’t look at me like that, boss, I am straight, okay!” Elara gave her a seductive gaze, “But I think we make such a good pair. Maybe we should give it a try.” Laila wished the ground would just open up and swallow her whole, “Boss, please, just stop!” “Hahahaha, relax. I am just messing with you.” Elara laughed hard.

Somewhere far away from that nearing glimpse of twilight revealed in those aging toes, the little aches and pains, her angry, disaffected portrait in the mirror. 'You are my reward,' Lala said out loud, but the Malian was still sleeping. She rolled over towards him, her generously fleshy body calm from the medicine she had taken, running her hand across his torso. His pectoral muscles flinched under her caress, over the soft mound of floppy jelly, and his body stretched in agreement. Lala shook the hair from off her face and shoulders and held it back with one hand, with the other she took his member between thumb and forefinger, then went down on him.

“Layla.” “No, hear me out! He’s a private gynecologist. Dr. Jay Lee. He’s discreet. Professional. Smart as hell. And he looks like a Korean actor, I doubt you’ll be needing any touching to get wet.” I blinked. “So, hot.” “So hot he could bring a nun out of celibacy.” “Layla.” “I’m serious!” she laughed. “He helped me once. You know… when I had that little ‘reaction’ to my ex’s latex kink—”

The short black dress rode straight up my thighs, flashing him my smooth, round globes of my bare ass and the slick, pink folds of my pussy, already glistening with how turned on I was. Right Mother is going to walk right in and cancel this wedding for good. When I finally straightened and turned around, Mateo was frozen in the doorway, eyes locked on me like he couldn’t look away. The door was still unlocked behind him. “What’s wrong, big brother?” I asked, voice light and teasing. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “What the fuck are you doing, Laila?”. I shrugged, widening my eyes in fake innocence, lips parted just enough to look sweet and harmless.

My eyes, like everyone else’s, I’m sure, sweep over her perfect, full breasts – the wide sweep of her hips – her tiny waist – the elegant curls that cascade all the way down to the generous swell of her ass. God, but she’s like a fantasy given form, the kind of woman pin-up artists could only dream about. And I don’t miss the fact that Orion is likewise staring up at her, as slack-jawed as the rest of us. “How could Orion choose anyone else?” Laila whispers, making me blink and glance her way to take in her devastated expression. “She’s…perfect.” “She’s also got about as much personality as a moldy old piece of cheese,” I whisper, dry. “Don’t forget that.”

Three thick fingers slid deep inside her, curling with perfect precision against her G-spot while his tongue worked her clit in slow, sensual rhythms. He edged her with masterful patience, bringing her right to the trembling brink again and again — only to pull away completely just as her walls began to flutter desperately. Each denial left her whimpering, thighs quivering, warm nectar dripping slowly down her legs onto the marble floor. By the twelfth edge, Layla was completely broken — tears streaming down her face, body trembling, voice hoarse from begging. “Please, Tariq,” she begged desperately. “I can’t take it anymore. Please let me cum. I’m your riad whore — use me, ruin me!”

His ancestors have also served under my ancestors as well. As I was saying, there is a dark secret behind the progress of Marida... Out this city, there is a cave well hidden by the desert storm and in that cave, there is powerful entity or rather god.. Her name is Laila... Nobody knows her origin or how long she's lived... She claims to be the goddess of lust, power and deception... For generations.. She has been the reason behind the success and progress of Marida, in return all she wanted as payment was to spend a night with the heir and ruler of Marida and she wants 100 virgins female, I later found out that she eats their hearts and livers and bathes in their blood in order to keep her

Liam Si removed her towel. Lola Li tried to protest of him giving her back her towel but Liam Si claimed her lips as soon as possible not giving her a breathing space. Liam removed his shirt and his trouser ,he really could not wait to give her hickeys all over her body. They did it for several time till they reached their climax, Lola Li was asleep she was so tired that she slept off on Liam Si's chest.