Lara Wilson Nude Novels & Stories

She said to her empty room. She closed her eyes and said a silent prayer and continued her work only this time she didn’t hear any voice any more. Stella and Aaron. Lara is not just a name, Lara significed evil, death, torture, Pain. Lara was worst than a devil, any demon, any fend, any ghoul. Lara was the worst of them all. She was a diffrent kind of ghoul, She stood in dimlight in the room with paintings, writing her name with black paint on the white board. Every letter she wrote, She wrote it with hatred, She wrote it with anger.

She didn’t wait for him to speak. With a slow, defiant smile, Lila shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. The cool air of the lecture hall kissed her skin, making her shiver. She reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and let that fall too. Her full, heavy breasts spilled free, nipples tight and aching. She kicked off her heels, then hooked her thumbs into her skirt and panties, sliding them down her legs in one smooth motion until she stood completely naked in the middle of his classroom.

“Sure. Come upstairs already. I am tired of screeching.” She ran up to the stairs, entered the passcode, and walked right in. After climbing up the stairs she saw me, the next thing I know, she is taking off her own clothes until in her yellow bikini and walked to be next to me. “ahhhwwwmmm” Lara mumbled loudly and slumped face first into the lounge chair next to me. “Sun… so.. So gooooood…” She was lying on her stomach and her face was smushed into the lounge chair.

“It seems to me that she looks very good.” “Thank you,” I articulate the word, though I don't make a sound. “She is disappearing from how skinny she is!” Cynthia puts a hand to her chest. “To me, she still looks fine,” Lara stutters, not bothering to look at me again. She is very concentrated watching her movie. I laugh out loud. If it weren't because once I accidentally saw that Lara had a vagina, I would swear that she is a man disguised as a woman, her way of expressing herself, on some occasions, is usually a bit manly.

"You want this, huh?" it was Joaquin who sat her on the edge of the tub inside the bathroom and then started undressing her. Lara didn't answer and instead watched silently and just waited for what Joaquin might do to her. Joaquin one hand moved then opened the faucet and started filling the tub with water. "You are very beautiful, Lara. You are the most beautiful woman in my world," he said, stroking her leg with his warm hand. At that moment, she was only wearing panties. Because she doesn't wear a bra when she sleeps to make her feel more comfortable.

Her moans were high and broken. Lila—eighteen, track team, short blonde pixie cut—sat on a desk nearby, legs spread wide, three fingers buried in her own cunt while she watched. Her other hand pinched and twisted her small, pink nipples. She was already dripping onto the desktop, a small puddle forming under her ass. The air was thick—musk, arousal, the faint metallic tang of sweat. Phones were off. No one was recording. This was sacred, reckless, stupid, perfect.

“What is wrong stepsis?“ I ask, “nothing…“ her sweet voice cracks as flips to the next page, I grin at her. The picture waiting for her in the next page is a full frontal nude of myself. In that shot, I have my hard shaft in my hand with my thumb pressing on the side to emphasize the swell of my cock head, and the precum beading at my slit. I watch as Lara look like she might pass out any minute, her eyes are wide and her breathing hectic. “Getting shy, stepsister?“ I ask with a cocky smirk and she shakes her head again, turning back the page to the previous one and she clears her throat…the sound gives me an idea.

“Today is just about breathing. Just us.” The afternoon sun had warmed the mountain air, and golden light shimmered across Whispering Lake. Down on the wooden dock, everything was quiet except for the gentle sound of water against the wood and the distant cry of a hawk overhead. I was already in the lake. The cold water barely bothered me, but I wasn't paying attention to it anyway. My eyes stayed fixed on the cabin door. When it finally opened, my heart stopped. Lara stepped out onto the porch, hesitating for a fraction of a second before walking down the dirt path toward the dock. She wore a simple, emerald-green one-piece swimsuit. It wasn’t flashy or revealing, but on her, it was breatht

But what this woman is asking for isn't that easy. "Hey! What happened? Are you still having a second thought? It's a matter of life and death, Lara." Those words came from Claire were like echoes that repeated in my ears. I don't want to do this, but I have to. I closed my eyes and signed the contract in front of me, while my tears streamed down my face. As I write my name on that paper, Claire quickly took it and signed it. "Okay! That's settled," she said. Her lips had a beautiful smile, a smile that seems to say that she finally found a way to escape the responsibility given to her.

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.