Lance Barber Nudes Novels & Stories

Her voice, a sultry whisper, commanded, ''Take off your pants too. My cock throbbed at her words, pulsing with anticipation. In one swift motion, I stripped off my pants and underwear, freeing my nine-inch monster. It stood at full attention, ready for her, as her eyes widened with a mix of lust and admiration. I gazed at Barbara, catching her eyes locked on my cock. She gulped, her cheeks flushing slightly. The hunger in her stare made my dick throb even harder, and I knew she noticed. Without a moment's hesitation, she began snapping pictures of me, circling like a predator, capturing every angle as if planning to create a 3D model of my body.

Only for me to hold in that air again as my brain went numb at what I saw before me. “What’re you doing?” I subconsciously asked the shirtless man who seemed to be arranging my bedsheets. “Dressing the bed, you can’t possibly tell me that you would want to sleep on it scattered like that?” Lance faced me, raising a brow as he spoke. I couldn’t breathe normally anymore, my body heated up and my throat and lips went dry and chapped. He was shirtless, revealing what the moon goddess had bestowed upon him. His chest was firm and it rose and fell slowly as he breathed, his pac were complete six and he flawlessly flexed his appearance as if to deliberately tease me. My eyes continued to trail lowe

Without a second thought I let him take off my shirt and supported me to lie on the carpet, at the same time he moved the things around us away. Lance took off his clothes along with his pyjamas and I swallowed very hard. Why is there nothing small on his entire body? This was the first time I saw his entire body naked, and even though he hadn’t taken off the last piece of fabric on his body, I was nervous seeing how enormous his manhood was. “L-Lance…” I called him nervously as he went on top of me. “Will I be able to handle it?” “Goodness gracious! If only you knew. I wanted to make you drink alcohol right now.” He said laughing.

Quickly, I went inside and scanned the huge room filled with a simple yet classy look. All of a sudden, my eyes landed on a door with bright light peeking from underneath. I marched into the room thinking it was a thief and was about to open it, but the door opened by itself. I saw Lance standing in front of me. "Glorious mother of God..." I mumbled when I saw Lance come out with only a towel on the lower part of his body. I quickly turned around to avert my eyes to his well-defined abs. Oh, my God, I saw something that I had only seen on TV dramas. God, his man was built too perfect for my eyes—

* * * Pastor Lance Green My daughter smiled down at me as she straddled me, her round boobs jiggling. She had silver barbells threaded through her nipples. She had gotten them pierced to look more exciting in the pornos she made with the Millers. Her blue eyes sparkled as her shaved cunt rubbed on my dick.

****Lana's POV**** I stood there in the middle of it all, as the world spinned around me in circles. Mr Lance's short fingers pointing at me accusingly in the boardroom while he clutched his bandaged head with one hand. "This girl, she's a psycho, she broke my head with a vase and even slapped me!" I smirked, wishing I could have done more. Mr Lance caught the smirk and ran wild. "You see. You see that smirk? She did this on purpose, she's crazy!"

When they reached the little red dot on the mountain, they saw a cedar tree that was covered in snow and icicles. Lance was under the tree, completely frozen. He was leaning against a tree, neatly dressed. His face looked peaceful and quiet. His eyes were closed, and he looked like he was still breathing. His face was covered with a layer of frost. His eyelashes were icy, and he sat there with one leg bent in a relaxed and nonchalant posture. He looked cold, sharp, firm, and motionless. They knew that Lance was already dead. This picture seemed frozen in their minds.

Laid out like a macabre still life were an array of sex toys: silk ropes, feathered cuffs, a riding crop, and something that looked like a vibrator, its sleek design both intimidating and intriguing. Lance followed her gaze, a smug smile playing on his lips.“Impressed?” Gabby swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “Should I be?” He stepped closer, his body heat radiating against hers. “That depends on how good you want to be.” His words sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins. This was it. This was the moment. No more running, no more hiding. Tonight, she would surrender, let go of everything, and just feel. Lance reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, his touch s

I wish he can see and consider that I am only wearing a black lace leotard and a sexy see-through maxi skirt with a front slit and elastic waistband. The impact of his slap hurts my ass so badly but not making me wet between my thighs. I groan and swear that if he were straight, I would have strangled him, or better kick him where the sun doesn't shine. However, he's Lanzy, my super hot gay friend. Everyone here knows him as Lancaster, the broody bartender, and MC on special nights, but he's our bubbly Lanzy. So I don't mind him hitting me on the ass once and I know that he knows I don't like being hit there twice.

"Keep your hands off, Lance. Alexa is my new friend and I'm not letting you take her away from me." "Mm, I'm tempted to challenge you to that, but we shall see." Lance straightened. "I've been waiting for the barber you requested on my behalf but he hasn't gotten here yet. I'd very much want these hairs away from my face, I look like a bloody pirate." I muffled a laugh. He wasn't lying, he really looked like a pirate, a good-looking one. Well, I said I wasn't ready to get married, but I didn't say I won't appreciate fine looking gentlemen.