Larissa Hammer Nude Novels & Stories

“I want it on my tits. And I want proof.” She pulled out her phone, set it to record, and aimed it at herself. “Cum for me, Mr. Harper. Cover your maid’s slutty tits while your wife is gone.” Daniel stood over her, stroking furiously. With a deep roar, he exploded. Thick ropes of hot cum splattered across Lila’s full breasts and stomach. She moaned loudly, rubbing his load into her skin while the phone captured every second of his face, her cum-covered body, and her satisfied smile.

“You know it now.” “Fine.” She breathed out as though she was exhausted by me but I had a feeling she knew what she was doing when she wore such a dress. I’d told her that I wouldn’t fuck her until she was mine and she decided to show up with a dress that made my cock instantly hard. “I won’t talk to other guys, but they’re allowed to fuck me, right?” “Larissa,” I warned. But she only took it as a challenge. “What? I haven’t had sex for weeks now. It’s only natural that I get horny now and then.”

Xavier’s heart races with anticipation as he takes off after her, the thrill of the chase fueling his determination. After zigzagging through the field for several moments, Xavier propels himself into the air, colliding with Larissa’s side. The impact sends us crashing to the ground with a thud. As we land, the unmistakable scent of Larissa’s potent pheromones fills the air, betraying her arousal. Xavier asserts his dominance, mounting her and gripping her shoulder with his teeth, demanding her submission. Larissa growls in protest, her attempts to break free met with futile resistance.

she breathes out. Getting to my feet I push her legs apart and stand in between them. Shamelessly Larissa hikes up her skirt giving me a full view of her bareness that lies beneath. I wasn't planning on fucking her tonight but as the scent of her arousal fills the room I figure one last fuck before I make her a rogue cannot hurt. Continuing to be unashamed, Larissa strokes her pussy as she watches me through her eyelashes. I unbuckle the belt to my pants and expose my cock to her. Before I am able to do anything, she pushes me backwards and drops to her knees in front of me. Grasping my thick member in one of her hands she continues to play with herself with the other. Wrapping her to

“Your ass is stretched full, dirty girl. It won’t go in easy.” “I don’t care,” I rasped. “I want it.” I shuffled backwards, grunting as the tip of him breached my pussy. “Fuck, Larissa , let me get a condom.” I held my breath as I waited, my ass clenching tight around the dildo. “Are you sure you want this, Larissa ?” “Fuck yes,” I hissed, bracing myself for it.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, but I really just need you to know, it's not what you really think. It's a far cry from what you think. I really just need you to grant me an audience." "Okay, come on, show me." Lizeth demanded, taking back the same strides she took away from him, and waited while Omarion once more opened his gallery. Omarion clicked on a private collection, and immediately, she was faced with the nude pictures of a lady. At first, she wanted to throw a tantrum and probably give Omarion another slap, but she paused. The face was familiar.

"Watch me, Chris." His jaw locked. I could see the muscles in his neck straining as I reached for the front clasp of the red bra. I unhooked it slowly, letting the lace fall away to reveal my breasts. I began to massage them, my thumbs circling my nipples into hard peaks. "Daphne... f-fuck..." Chris groaned, covering his mouth with his hand. It looked physically painful for him to stay still. I ignored his plea, letting out a long, high-pitched moan as I arched my back. I spread my legs wide on the marble island, the red net leggings and matching panties leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Linda Langton, along with the Italian lady, and Arabella Cameron (who was Teddy's school runaway friend's daughter) was one of the few women Lala did have time for. Their relationship (true friendship being so vague a concept) had deepened since Linda had confided in Lala that she too, was a sex addict, and really could not get enough. The confession sealed if not a pact, then an understanding, as they drank and swapped notes about the legions of horny men that they had had hopping like satyrs fumbling through wool for their privates. As Linda read off the list of men she had slept with, Lala was astonished. She thought that she would have come first in any contest like that. But when Linda

She missed how they would please her moods and cheer her heart by teasing her with many a quip and jest to make her smile and laugh. The distraught goddess went on weeping by the side of the bronze brazier, which burned bright purple flames. Its light only made the room gloomier. It wasn't long until the grieving maiden finally fell asleep from exhaustion. While she was sleeping, the door opened soundlessly and then entered a robust, graceful figure in an impossibly long black tunic that dragged across the floor.

"Am I ever glad I stayed." I had to agree. I'd never seen Lisa naked before, just in a bikini when she was swimming at our pool. She had nice firm B to C size cups and right now her nipples were hard. Jerry was staring hard. He had a chance to fuck her, then get sucked off by my wife. Seeing his hesitation, Lisa shed the skirt as well, standing there naked in front of all of us. Her pubic hair was trimmed to a small landing strip and I didn't see more than an ounce of fat anywhere on her. "Fuck it," Jerry said. "I'm all in. 323 dollars. That's all I've got."