Laura Devon Nude Novels & Stories

He got down a second mug without answering, which I took as a yes. We ended up at the kitchen island—him on one side, me on the other—with the mugs between us and the city a quiet dark sprawl beyond the windows. He seemed completely unselfconscious about being shirtless, which I appreciated. Being self-conscious on his behalf would have required me to be self-conscious in general, and I was already spending a lot of energy not doing that. He was beautiful. Not in the way of someone who worked at it, but in the way of a structure that’s simply in correct proportion—the kind of beauty that has nothing to do with vanity and doesn’t offer itself up. Which made it harder to look away from.

Laura was a perfect whore and kept on screaming in pleasure. "Oh, come on, give it to me, Devon, come deep inside." I didn't even slow down and pounded her roughly. After all, she is just a ho. I fucked her in different styles and enjoyed her plea for more; it gave me great joy. The both of us were lost in the pleasure. After some hours of pounding, we lay on the bed in exhaustion. She lay with her hands on my chest drawing a line. She looked at me carefully for a while before asking, "Devon, are you having any problem with your wife?"

Zoey revealed. “Wait, what? What did you just say?” What do you mean Laura was dancing with half-naked guys? That was so sudden that my head almost exploded with the information that was so out of place. What was happening? “You heard me right, Mr. Davies,” the woman insisted. “Wow! She must be crazy, rubbing herself against these guys in such a vulgar way. Where are they going to end up, huh?” Her voice was mischievous. What the fuck was she seeing? What was Laura doing?

He takes his lower lip between his teeth, his finger stroking my nipple over the material of my skimpy dress and I am clenching my thighs together to ease the burn down there. "...and," his hand goes under my dress, trailing up my thigh until it covers my clothed pussy, a dark gaze making me want to come just looking at him, "Genitalia." All of a sudden, I want to do something that doesn't have anything to do with cooking some goddamn paella. So I surrender. Paella becomes history because, in the next few seconds, I am naked as the day I was born, just sexier and fuller. "How do you just have essential oils stored up in your house?" I ask when he gently lowers my naked frame onto the bed tha

I stared up at him, wondering who the fuck he thought he was shouting at me. I was stopped from replying however at the sounds of heels resonating throughout the club, I turned my attention to the stairs behind Chaol And I felt a smile tug at my lips. She was back. It's been a month since I've seen her and she looks fucking gorgeous. My little Vixen. Dressed in a tight little number that showed off every curve of her godly body Her toned legs on show and just begging me to touch them. { Vivienne's Outfit }

Everything was unexpected, the way this night turned into, the fact that he was one of the Alumna of my University. Liam happened, never did I expect that he'll return to my life and him, The Devil; Victor Amuso was standing in front of me. "What are you plan-nning to do?" I stuttered, crouching myself in the back seat and his eyes looking at me like a lion looking at his prey, His gaze travelled from my face to my neck and my legs stopping at my mid thigh; I followed his gaze and he was looking at my bare legs.

A giant mirror mounted on the ceiling, perfectly framing the entire bed directly below. My mouth falls open. Why would they need a mirror there?? Actually... No... I don't want to know. I immediately look away again and let out a tiny, choked gasp as my eyes dart to the far wall... Hanging there is a huge, hyper-realistic painting of a completely nude woman sprawled across a dark satin sheet in a seductive position, her spine is arched and her head is thrown back in a look of pure ecstasy... her fingers are buried intimately between her legs!

she said and, taking his hand, she dragged him through the party goers into another room. In the middle of the room, Laura Williams was standing, naked apart from some leather bindings, surrounded by a group of admirers. Her arms were tied behind her back, both at the wrists and just above the elbows, by leather straps. The effect was to pull her shoulders back and push her breasts forward. Her ankles were shackled together, and kept apart, by a two-foot iron spreader bar. She was currently trying to stand on tip-toes to avoid sinking full length onto the ten-inch dildo that had been positioned between her legs, mounted on an iron stand bolted to the floor. The head of the massive artificial

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”