Laura Devon Nude Novels & Stories

"Again?" Laura asked him giggling as she wiggled her butt for him with her head pressed against the bed. She looked like a female dog in heat Marcus couldn’t help but shake his head at her. He had fucked the innocence out of her and was beginning to miss that quiet and reserved Laura he met back in the wood. She was nothing like the sex driven vixen kneeling before him now. Marcus smiled at her before leaning forward and spanking her ass too. He was too spent to move, she had just finished milking him dry and here she was asking for more.

He didn't seem that way. "Sir!" he smiled as he faced the Devil. "Laura has injuries under her arm and some other places which she refused to show me. Treat her and let her be in shape before her next outing" the Devil instructed Dillon. "That's an easy task. She will be fine" Dillon turned to Laura. He was smiling. "I am ready to make you feel better if you are ready to feel better" he said to her. Laura turned away. She was really annoyed. Her father was already talking about her next outing.

Observing the naked girl trying to gag on Monad’s dick, Laura sneered and proceeded with the plan, phase one: Grab his attention. Laura moved her hand to her side and tore off a very visible slit that ran from her thighs to her ankles. Every part of the slit exposed her sexy, curved body, which made men crave her. She bit her lips from afar, and luckily, all her actions were noticed by Monad, whose prick grew huge by the second.

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.”

One of them said and she glared at Lilith whose body was in pain from the mighty hit she received. "And so what?" Isn't she supposed to be in his chambers as the wife she portrays rather than slacking around? That was fiftieth pan, I was almost done!" "She's a werewolf Laura, how do you expect her to stay near him, she would die before stepping an inch." They all bursted out in laughter and Lilith gritted teeth and stood up in pain. She ignored them and saw an empty pan to start working whether she would be spared at least after trying, she ignored the pains shooting in her body and went to fetch mud when someone walked up to her and slapped her hard.

With a smile, she approached the half open door but stopped as she peered inside, her breath catching. The murmurs she heard turned into moans. Ryan was there, his lean, tattooed body pressed against Lila, her best friend. Their bodies weren't just pressed against each other, it was obvious they were in the middle of sex. Her moans filled the air along side her shaky voice. “Ooohh, I love you Ryan…” she breathed, her eyes rolling backwards. “Damn… you're much better than my girlfriend.” He breathed, thursting deeper into her.

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.

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j