Lana Dallas Cock Novels & Stories

- Dylan whispered feeling himself spasm in less than a minute. Slowly she lowered her panties watching the cock jump up and slam against her thigh, Dylan simulated a thrust rubbing against her skin. Linna salivated at the sight of that beautiful cock. Slightly tilted upward, veiny, thick, and very wet. Her hand caressed its entire length, listening to the faint moan next to her ear, which to herself was not enough. She got down from the table with a little difficulty and pushed him until his back was against the cabinet, kneeling down and licking the glans, making a stream of saliva connect her mouth with that little hole. Dylan reveled in the sight, pulsing and slapping his cock against her

By the time I stepped out, Lana was holding a few bags of dresses as she placed them in front of the cashier. Cole seemed to have this look of amusement on his face when he stared at her, but the moment he turned in my direction, the smile suddenly wiped off. “I got some cute tops and panties. You don’t want to see me at my next party. I’m going to be hot as fuck.” I almost burst out laughing, but I controlled myself as Lana's gaze finally landed on me. “What did you get?” “A few stuffs.” She looked at me almost as if I had gone nuts, but suddenly Cole stood up from behind us and gave the lady his card.

Nothing so much as a protracted show with a dildo, though again, if she could be bothered it would have been what she preferred, but just a mindless fiddling with her parts as she sat on the Parker Knoll and drank her vodka or gin and smoked her spliffs. Shaky Trevor had taken to coming around and joining in, largely for the free stream of drink and drugs on offer. He had even had, on one occasion, the temerity to suggest that he could provide her with his sexual services should she require them. Lala’s laughter soon disabused him of the notion, and her telling him that she would rather fuck a dead cat confirmed the futility of it.

“She’s not here, is she? Go on, keep looking. Maybe you’ll catch her with someone else’s cock down her throat.” The red haze slammed into me before I could stop it. I drove my fist into the wall beside her head, the impact shaking down my arm. She jumped this time, but her smirk stayed plastered to her face. “You’re fucking insane if you think I’ll ever believe you,” I spat, though my chest heaved like a man drowning. “Believe what you want.” Lana’s smile widened. “But doubt has a way of eating a man alive. And from the look of you, Ronan…” she trailed her gaze over me, slow and deliberate, “…you’re already rotting.”

Her lips twitched as laughter bubbled up inside her but she quickly composed herself, trying hard to keep a straight face. She squared her chin, and nodded in agreement, "Fine, you'll also get the services of Muse." Diego snorted in laughter behind her and he quickly started coughing to cover it up, as Lana gave him a quelling look. She cleared her throat, and smiled tightly at Damien, who was watching them, an eyebrow arched suspiciously. He found Diego's behavior odd, and Lana had agreed a bit too fast to his condition. Even though Muse had worked with ALLURE, that was three years ago at the establishment of the company.

Lana said, with a smile as she approached him. She was elegantly dressed in Ralph Lauren pants and a black top, she looked stunning to say the least. "Okay," Liam replied, smiling back at her, as he leaned his other hand on his Bugatti. "Are you knocking off?" She asked softly. She came to multiversal studios because she wanted to discuss something with him. "Yes but… you wanna talk to me about something?"Liam asked, nicely. "Yes, but it's nothing important, It can wait." Lana replied, smilingly.

"Man, I'd definitely do that~" I couldn't help the blush that tinted my cheeks as I gave the last glass to Laura. Just as I moved to fetch more, I felt a hand on my back that slowly slid around to rest on my left shoulder. I froze, and glanced over mt shoulder to come face-to-face with Lana; one of Stacy's minions who was once a nice girl but with having Stacy as her frequent company corrupted her. Lana, another pretty girl; dark brown hair that reaches down her shoulder blades, blue eyes and a diamond-shaped face. Her body was draped in an ombre cream to peach knee length strapless dress that is cinched at the waist.

The name alone made me shiver. *************** “I can't believe you girls are doing this too!” I exclaim. Alana and Adella are stripped down next to me. Their pussies and titts on full display. I get undressed too and slip on the robe provided. “You think you're the only one who deserves a pretty pussy?” Lana laughs. “I'm getting the one too. I'm even putting in a tiny clit ring.” “Yeah, me too,” Lana confesses. “But mine will be glow-in-the-dark.”

I even called Lana to join me so Dakota can have a little faith in Angelo even though it's just a little. "Hey!" I hugged Lana as she walked into my house. "I miss you." I said and she nodded. "Me too, I'm glad that Phoenix let me come here.. Where is she?" "She's sleeping." "How is she doing?" "Not great, I don't know if Angelo will leave ILLICIT or not but I don't think he will leave soon." I said and Lana sighed. We walked into the dining room to eat dinner together. Dakota Delaune

Men in suits lean close, whispering lies with dollar signs attached. Vortex doesn’t entertain. It feeds. My booth waits—secluded, low-lit, built for watching. The scotch lands in front of me before I ask. I down it in one shot scanning the room. And then—her. Lana. She moves through the crowd like she doesn’t belong, which only makes her more dangerous. The uniform clings, the heels snap, the hair is pinned back too tight like she’s daring someone to undo it. She sees me.