Lana Dallas Cock Novels & Stories

She hadn’t expected her to know anything about what had happened, and she wasn’t ready to tell her about Danny and his return to her life. “The date, silly! Don’t play coy, I want to know what happened with your fancy date night with Xyrus!” Tina yelped, and Lana released the breath she was holding. It was a relief to know that her secret was still safe, and that Tina was only talking about her date. “Oh, right.” Lana giggled before telling Tina all about Xyrus. “Did I tell you he surprised me with a gown?” She asked. “Yes, you said you were going to the charity event,” Tina reminded her of their previous conversations at work. It was great for both of them that Lana was still training, bec

Danika Williams After a long day at work, I took a shower and was ready to sit down in front of the television, drink wine and fall asleep on the couch as I was still too afraid to sleep in my bedroom alone. But when I step out, I see that annoyingly handsome devil, with his plain white t-shirt hugging his muscular back, all in the right places, cooking something in the kitchen which makes me remember the chat I had with another model, Kylie. She asked me if Jake Carson was single or not, and if he was, would I mind setting him up with her as she had a brief chat with him today, he was very funny and a complete gentleman. Initially, I hated the plan but then I thought it was perfect, maybe I

He's trying not to get any funny ideas, but she's making it hard. How can she dress like this? He's a man too, he gets aroused just like any other male. Yeah, he got self-control and there's a limit to it. “Cole” “Y… yeah?” “You'll help me get rid of Daciana if I ride you, right?” “Huh!!!!” “W-w-w-what?” he stuttered in shock. His eyeballs refused to stop dancing unbelievably around in their sockets as they gaped at Mary. Is she serious right now? Does she hate Luna so badly?

"Ninth of August. That's two months away." I ran my hand through my hair. "I guess I'm just not a ramen person anymore." Lana looked at me. Really looked at me. Eyes moving slowly across my face. "Why are you staring at me like that?" She set the cup down. "Rhea... did you..." I frowned. "What? Spit it out." "The times you slept with Darnell," she said, meeting my eyes. "You used protection. Right?" "Of course I did. What kind of question is that?"

Lana looks lethal, dressed in a sleek, knee-length black designer dress that masks her dangerous physical training. As they sit—Clark sinking into an overstuffed leather armchair that seems to swallow his frame, while Rodolpho and Lana occupy an antique velvet sofa—Rodolpho deliberately pulls up the hem of his dark trousers to expose the fresh tattoo marking his skin. "Look at this, Lana," Rodolpho Simmons commands, his voice a low grunt. "The script is exactly where your fingers gripped me in the Crown Syndicate District club." "I absolutely fucking love it," Lana Lang purrs, her sharp blue eyes tracking the ink before she presses her palm directly against the inside of his muscular thigh.

she groaned. “The contest’s in a few minutes, and the big boss wants to talk to all the models before the show. I need you to sneak into the dressing room and ruin someone’s dress.” Lana let out a sharp scoff. “Seriously, Angel? Today’s my six-month anniversary. I’d rather spend it with my boyfriend than do your dirty work.” Her voice dripped with irritation. She hated the thought of sabotage. “Come on, Lana. This girl deserves it,” Angel pressed. “She destroyed another contestant’s dress and lied about it.”

Maybe, after the dance club, he could encourage her to say yes. She took another bite of meat and then licked her lips. Preferably before the dance club. Diana turned from Caleb, unable to stand his attentions any longer—the way he watched her lick the steak blood off her lips, the hungry look in his eyes, daring herto say she didn’t love him or to say she did, the smile that stirred when she considered his bare chest.

Unable to wait for another second, I rub my cock against her center and find my release as my essence bursts inside of my knickers. Chest’s heaving, Lana and I look at each other with amazement. Unfortunately, the moment is ruined when her radio crackles with the annoying female’s voice. “Are you alright, Lana? How far are you?” Lana’s face pales as she realizes what we have just done. Without a word, she wriggles out of my grip and straightens her clothing. Still feeling the aftereffects of our passion, I broodingly observe as she responds to her friend. “Just a few more minutes, Jill.”

Lana dropped her face from Holly's pussy, and reached around to take my cock in her hand. With her face not more than two inches away, she lined my dick-head up on Holly's cunt-hole, and then watched as I leaned forward and sunk the entire length of rock-hard cock up Holly's cunt. I pressed my hips against Holly's ass and rocked a little to wiggled my dick around deep inside her tight hole. With her face buried in Lana's pussy, she moaned, "Oh, fuck, yeah! God, that feels good!"

But you’d think he’d been gone longer by the way Zoe carries on. Lana snickers. “You’ve only been gone a week, Z. Plus, it’s pretty awesome that you’re in L.A. producing Natalia Hollingsworth’s music. I mean, she’s like one of the hottest singers in the world. Just send me a sneak peek of the song, and I’ll forgive you. Either way, it’s not like I’ll be gone forever.” She looks at me from the corner of her eye and continues. “Just keep an eye out for B, okay.”