Lance Barber Nudes Novels & Stories

My voice came out stronger than I felt, while my body betrayed me with a slight tremor. He didn't even flinch at my harsh tone. Instead, he leaned closer with an unsettling smile. "Don't struggle, Serena. The more you fight, the tighter the ropes become. We wouldn't want marks ruining your skin." His eyes gleamed unnaturally. "My work must be perfect." A chill ran down my spine. "What work? What are you planning to do?" Lance flicked on a lamp nearby, illuminating the dim room. My breath caught in my throat as I finally saw what surrounded us - dozens of disturbing paintings hanging on the walls. Each featured nude women bound in various positions, their expressions twisted in unmistakable p

“Hi, Jase. Good morning. Stop kicking Mommy so Daddy can play.” I laughed as I ran my hand through Lance’s beautiful, dark hair. “You’re beautiful,” I said in admiration as I looked over his perfect body. I reached down and pulled down his thin silk shorts, exposing his voluptuous cock. “No, you are,” he said, raising his eyes to mine. Then, he squeezed body wash into his hand, rubbed them together and carefully ran his hands across my body, paying close attention to my stomach, breasts, and the area between my thighs. He took shampoo into his hand and ran it through my hair, rinsed it out, then applied conditioner.

I decided against interrupting her and just waited for her to finish instead. ”Oh…fuck, you so delicious little bitch!“ A male surly grunt jolted me into looking at my side. On the bar stool next to me sat a lanky man, who was naked, like literally naked. He was straddled by a red bimbo who rocked her hips expertly against his groins. Her hands were wrapped around his neck and her big boobs were squashed on his chest. She was having just a thin pink laced clothing around her waist. Other than that, she was as naked as the man.

His muscles stood out with soft definition, and he was, of course, naked. After so many years dealing with the local pack, Nathaniel knew that the nudity likely didn’t bother him at all. He was attractive, with large round eyes and a cute nose. He’d look innocent, if Nathaniel didn’t know he was capable of bending rebar with his hands alone. “They attacked you? Did they exile you?” Nathaniel demanded, and Lance growled again. This time the vet stood his ground, and Lance stepped forward to lean his hands on the metal table. The posture was distinctly alpha to the vet, though he lacked the careful nose necessary to confirm it.

The old concussion excuse. Lance steadies me on the bath tub edge as he takes his clothes off and opens the walk in shower’s glass door. His chiselled abs, tight muscular butt and manhood are completely on display to me. I start to cover myself up with my hands, very aware of my nakedness. He closes the gap between us and pulls my hands away from my breasts. “Aida, you were just naked in front of a pack full of warriors!” He reminds me.

Normally, she would have been embarrassed, but all the alcohol had squelched her inhibitions. Nancy stood. A pair of c-cup tits fell on her chest like ripe pears capped with light brown nipples. Her gash was visible through the soft blond curls covering her pussy. A shiver of excitement ran through her. It aroused her to expose her naked body in such a public way. "You are gorgeous," Barry said, scanning her body. "And sexy," John added. "Would you mind showing us your ass?

She could hear the two girls' still conversing on the other side as they fixed their make up, unsuspecting of what was happening in the stall right behind them. "What about Mr. Langer? Did you see the look he was giving her?" "Oh, trust me, I saw it. They were practically hearts in his eyes." "But that's ridiculous! It's not possible!" They both laughed at the joke, unaware that there was someone who was actually being pleasured by one. Roxanne's breathing became erratic as Lance squeezed her breasts. She felt herself grow wetter in her underwear. As if sensing this, Lance's fingers found their way Into her trousers. He reached in between her legs and touched her bare skin, eliciting a moan

Shock went through her when Annalise realized he was about to strip her completely. Annalise grabbed the cups and held them together. “Wait! Please, wait… I…” But he didn't stop. Lance moved his hands to her skirt and slid the side zipper down. Confusion and slight distress mounted as Annalise realized he wasn't going to stop. It didn't stop her passion from rising. She felt a wetness between her thighs. His control snapped when he saw her breasts spilling from the cups of her bra. “I want to see you naked, angel. Now! I want you so badly I can hardly breathe… Don’t you want me?”

"Good evening, Lance." "Serena." He watched her strut to the cupboard, on her toes like always, her body lithe, rippling, the most erotic spectacle he had ever seen. He had watched her cause a riot in a strip club once, putting on a show for a bunch of Russian weightlifters. She had taken them all on, feeding as she went, smiling at him occasionally as the rest of the bar was torn up by everybody fighting to get at her, laughing throatily as the chaos made her enjoy the whole scene. He would never forget her on her knees up on the stage, two naked hulks bleeding, with their cocks in both her holes, her throat arched to drain down the red liquid, some of which had coated her boobs.

"Yeah, baby?" "Touch me, please." He doesn't need to be told twice. He finishes unbuttoning the shirt, pushing the fabric aside to reveal her completely. Her breasts are pale against the dark sheets, her nipples tight and begging for attention. Lance cups one in his hand, weighing it, his thumb brushing over the peak. He lowers his head, takes the nipple into his mouth, and sucks on it, hard.