Laura Devon Nude Novels & Stories

I had done the maths myself and she'll be one in a few months. " No, you're not because we are going to celebrate her birthday right here together." She said. My heart warmed up; I think I'm getting softer these days, and I've been showing too many emotions more often. Laura started tugging at my shirt, trying to lift herself up. I took in her features so I could remember what she looked like once I was back in my cell. " She's fat...why does she have small breasts? You're feeding her too much." I squeezed her cheeks, they looked like balloons.

Luca chuckled, and then he came behind, slipped his hand beneath Laura’s shirt, and pinched her nipples. “Let’s put on a show for them,” he said, before kissing her. Their lips moved, their tongues twisted as they kept on kissing. Luca muttered something into her ear, and Laura smiled as she rose to his feet. Her fingers drifted to her skirt and she took off, followed by her pants, letting them pool on the floor. She reached for the hem of her shirt and dragged it over her head. My eyes trailed her naked body. Her huge watermelon-sized breast that hung on her chest. Her shaved fat pussy.

If somebody laid a hand on Laura because I failed to protect her, I would burn this entire industry to the ground finding them. “She’s really important to you, huh?” Devon asked suddenly without looking away from the screen. I didn’t answer immediately. That alone probably answered enough. Because seven months ago, Laura looked like somebody the world had already given up on. Now? Now she walked into rooms and owned them without even trying. And somehow, despite everything she survived, she still remained soft. Still kind. Still breakable. Which made men like Hemsworth Deluca even more disgusting in my eyes. “I’ll find them,” Devon promised quietly.

"Yes, you both are funny and it's always fun watching you guys honestly, all I need is a pack of popcorn and I am all set to watch the funniest comedy show of the year," Dan answered. "Loser," Devon replied, making him laugh even more. "Are you gonna answer me or not?" Mark asked again, Devon decided to ignore him. "Okay, I will just ask Laura then." He answered. "Ask me what?" Laura asked entering the palm house with his medicine box in her hands, she was wearing a pair of loose jeans and a crop top, he had never seen her in a crop top, she looked good even though her hair was once again in her signature bun, she avoided his gaze and moved over to where Mark is.

He is just fighting his feelings and trying to paint them to his ruthlessness and he opens his mouth as if to respond, but before he can, the door is pushed open, and Laura walks in majestically like she owned the room. “Devon, I…” She was about to talk but paused when her gaze landed on me, sitting up in bed, Fury ignited in her eyes like she was gonna explode anytime soon and I wanted to see her next reaction badly but it seemed Devon was gonna ruin the moment. “Leave, Laura!” He ordered her not to even spare her a glance and it made me wonder if they fought after I collapsed on the floor.

I checked on Laila. "Laila!" I shake her body. She looked more like someone who had passed out ... than asleep. 'Cain! Call Jem! ' 'None. I can't reach her! She was fast asleep! ' Cain answered in a worried voice. "Take her up ... Ask Devanna!" I carried Laila upstairs and took her to where Devanna sat with her human figure, she was unclothed, I threw my t-shirt at her carelessly. "Thanks!" He said.

“ Oh come on, I'm not like that. I'm just curious to know the girl who was able to steal your cold heart.” “ She didn't steal anything, I'm just intrigued by her.” That was a lie but I wasn't going to tell Nickolai about my feelings for her. No, not feelings, the way she messed with my head. “ Okay. Pussy.” I shrugged and turned to Laura. “ Are you hungry?” The lady rubbed her stomach. “ Yeah, a bit. Do you know when they'll serve food?” She asked and he chuckled. “ In a minute, just bear with it okay?”

"What do you mean?" "I just mean, you're a formidable businesswoman. I imagine there's quite a lot occupying your mind," he replied. A soft chuckle escaped me. His sense of humor, both humble and perceptive, intrigued me. "So, you're a lover of art?" I asked, turning back to the mesmerizing painting before us. "I'm obsessed," he stated simply. A faint, knowing smile played on my lips. "What's your favorite artwork?." "Devil in a Silhouette by Stéi Fontaine," he said without hesitation.

"There is no need for that. Retreat. I have a better plan." After finishing his statement, Lorenzo hung up the call. He smirked and mocked, "Chris, since you are back home, I have so many surprises for you." He turned to Laura on the bed, then turned on the camera and began recording her naked body. Laura's eyelids fluttered, and she opened her eyes, startled when she saw Lorenzo's phone camera facing her. "What are you doing?" she asked, her face filled with shock. "I can't stop myself from recording; you have the sexiest naked body, Laura," Lorenzo said with a smile.

We both watched as Laura emerged, the sheet wrapped around her bare chest. “Good morning,” she yawned. Then she stretched her arms over her head, dropping the sheet and exposing her naked chest. “Ooops,” she laughed, pulling the sheet back up around her. I’d seen enough. I couldn’t believe it. Laura was naked. In bed with Dillon. In OUR hotel room. Dillon looked as shocked as me. He scrambled to get his shirt off the floor. “I’m thinking…pancakes?” Laura said. “I’m famished. How about you two?”