Lana Lang Nude Novels & Stories

I said through gritted teeth. “Work faster or Jasper won’t have a knee along with his ankle.” Alpha Rip whisper in my ear. “I’m trying.” I said as I leaned away from him. My fingers flew across the keyboard. “Luna. Can you hear me?” My body jumped in surprise as one of our warrior’s voices came through the mind-link. “YES!” I said as I tried to gain my composure. “What was that?” Alpha Rip asked. “I’m cold. I am literally in a bra and underwear.” I lied.

I shouldn't have looked when I heard the first groan; I should have just driven home in peace, but instead, I stared at her and was slammed with the craziest image I could ever be plagued with. Daciana sat in my car, and her gown had ridden up her legs. How? I had no idea. And she was trailing her long fingers over her legs and hips. I thought she was hot, so I rolled down the window. But she went on to pack her hair up and pull down her dress a little so that one part of her breasts popped out. That fleshy, soft organ was out in the open, with the moonlight caressing it as the breeze kissed the tip, causing it to swell.

She quit speaking. “Could have me, when you already want me?” A healthy appetite for sex quickly displaced the anger and anxiety he felt. “Why would anyone not want you? I mean, you're so . . . so . . .” “Untameable?” She bit her lower lip, her gaze drifting down to his naked chest. “Say it, Diana. You want me. It’s really easy. Just say it. I won’t bite . . . too hard.”

She had learned well from Asher. “I’ll make sure everyone knows what you really are! You and your father are the same! Both of you are disgraceful, and—” “And this isn’t disgraceful?” Liz raised her phone again, showing an image on the screen. Lana gasped and covered her mouth. Liz was showing a photo of herself—completely nude. It wasn’t fake; Lana recognized the pose and the background. It was definitely her, but that picture was never supposed to be seen. It was stored safely on her phone.

Kendel started, running her fingers through her short pale blue wig. “She looks good, don’t you think?” Micha clapped. “Yeah, just,” Lana began, adjusting Aislyn’s top so that the fringe settled at an angle which allowed the silvery fabric to settle just at the curve of her breast. “It’s meant to tease, not cover.” The soft stroke of Lana’s nails nicked her peak just so sending shivers through her body. “Oh, sensitive…” Lana grinned. “This will be quite the night, eh?” “That’s what we’re hoping,” Stina was sure to follow. “No heels right?” she asked, dumping hers on a lounge chair along the wall.

She grinds back, the denim rough against my sensitive skin, and I groan, my hands flying to her hips. “No.” She slaps my hands away. “Hands on the wall.” I obey, my palms flattening against the metal. Lana reaches down, unbuttoning her jeans with one hand while the other keeps me trapped against her. The sound of her zipper seems so fucking loud in the small space. She shoves the denim down just enough to bare her ass….no panties, just smooth, tan skin and the glistening pink of her pussy lips. “Fuck,” I rasp.

He also informed that we have a photoshoot tomorrow, the other characters already finished their pictorial for the promotion. I glanced at the stunningly beautiful LanLan in her below the knee purple dress, making her jade like skin even flawless, the dress paired with two inch light pink sandals. Her waist long straight black hair perfectly placed in her back, in each side of her forehead placed a pair of red butterfly hairpins. She didn't have any jewelry and makeup on even though she have a lot of it, she still shone like a single flower within the darkness, so breathtakingly beautiful. Her eyes moved from the huge human size mirror into my direction and gasped loudly, not the usual gentl

Sarah and Rena Gasped. “Excuse me Luna but could you remove your bottoms as well. It seems It extends lower than your waist.” I took off my pants. Fully nude in front of them felt somewhat uncomfortable knowing my scars were in full view. She took a picture for me and told me that I could dress. She handed me my phone and I was shocked.

she started to say, “I know that you have your doubts. I know I have done so many things that make it hard for you to trust me. But please, give me this last chance, please believe me when I say I am not going anywhere.” I looked at her and she looks back at me with eyes filled with so much want and desire. My eyes travel down to her plump lips that I have been longing to kiss for such a long time. But what really caught my attention was her nakedness as the blanket fell away from her body when she sat up. I was about to say something but before I could, Lana pushed me back making me lie on the bed. She pulled away the sheets to reveal my boxer shorts. I was about to try to take control but

Lana slowly put on her dress, pulled off the lacing on her chest. She straightened her heavy hair, throwing it over her back. Amtar watched her, stroking his chin. The man lay on the bed, free, relaxed. He was completely naked and did not even try to cover himself. But his gaze was strange, Lara still could not understand him. All the time it seemed that she was treading on very thin ice. One wrong move - and the icy water will absorb, drag you into a deadly whirlpool.