Laura Devon Nude Novels & Stories

Then she steps back, head low, and walks away. My throat tightens. “When was this?” “Forty-five minutes ago,” Luca says quietly. I shut the tablet and slide it across the desk. “Don’t tell anyone. Not yet.” --- I find her in the corridor, brushing her hair in front of the mirror. She looks perfect—every line of her face soft, every gesture delicate. “Couldn’t sleep?” she asks. “No,” I reply simply. “Could you?” Her smile is faint, cautious. “Trying to.”

she chuckled as she sipped on her wine in an elegant way. Amara just stared at the only girl who started conversation with her. The girl seemed like she was in her mid twenties, looked extremely gorgeous dressed in her wine red dress accompanied with deep neck line in the front showing off her cleavage a way too much. The side slit of her dress exposed her long thin legs and her lips painted in the color smiliar to her dress made her look more sexy and appealing than any other girl present in the hall. Amara found it odd, the vibes coming from every woman in the hall were kinda weird. To be honest she found her own outfit to be more decent than others.

The ones people don’t dare voice out in public. Laura’s eyes are fixed on the portrait of an older woman getting shagged by two teen boys. One’s banging her flabby pussy, and the other has her tits in his mouth, sucking the hell out of her nipples. I hear the faint gasp she lets out and the thick swallow of a lump that must have formed in her throat. Her legs move to another portrait. In this one, there are two women tied together with a bondage rope, their mouths sealed together in an intense, cock-stirring kiss while three older men, probably in their early fifties, take turns on them, alternating between the two pussies.

I hiss but she's nodding now. "Hell yeah...You absolutely are one." "I am not!" I gape at her. "How would you even know? I said I'm not!" Rhyssa points at me accusingly. "You blushed when I said abs..." And I sputter, floundering for a suitable remark to that as my face burns hotter. "What... Well excuse me for having dignity!!" She snorts so hard she nearly spills her drink. "Dignity?" she repeats. "Baby, this club has a man downstairs right now getting whipped by a woman dressed like a nun..."

Before long, strangers were calling her dangerous, unstable, and aggressive. It was beautiful. I leaned back and crossed my legs. Evelina had spent years believing she was untouchable because Caleb would always protect her. Now she had no Caleb. No reputation. And soon, no job. I looked at my phone one last time. The comments were still pouring in. I smiled. She had no idea what was coming. --- EVELINA I couldn't sleep. I lay in bed until morning, staring at the ceiling while my mind replayed everything that had happened.