Layla Jenner Porn Gif Novels & Stories

Her disheveled appearance betrayed the struggle it had taken to surpass the guards, but she stood resolute, her gaze hardening as it landed on Kaila and Jeremy—naked, his cock semi-flaccid, and her hole spread across the chair yearning for air. Their faces turned to her at once—Kaila’s face smeared with cum and Jeremy’s face wet with squirt pee. “Kaila!” Layla’s voice was sharp, filled with venom, ignoring the grotesque scene. “I know you did this! How dare you use the Umbral Stalkers for your dirty plans.” Kaila didn’t flinch. Instead, she arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by the intrusion. “Who allowed this wretch into my chamber?” Kaila yelled as Jeremy rushed to put on his trousers.

Sipping on refreshing juice, we sprawled out on deck chairs, flipping through magazines, and soaking up the rays. As we leafed through the pages, occasionally sharing tidbits from the magazines, Layla suddenly flashed a picture of a model in her magazine, “Oh my god, he is so handsome, right?” Gayle countered by presenting a picture of another model in her magazine, "Now, this one here is even more handsome!" “Oh please, Gayle, he looked like a raccoon!” "Come on, Layla, you have to admit this guy here is the definition of dreamy!"

I exaggerated. "Sleepover tonight… Tessa and I got some pussy appointment so you will be disturbing us anyways except you wanna join." Layla winked at me. "No, I rather be with Riley, Tessa, please tell your girlfriend to stop being sexual around me." I told her before getting up to undress. I heard Layla whisper something. "Is it just me or her boobs keep getting bigger everyday?." "Riley is the only one who gets to enjoy these beautiful breast."

“Thick and wet, isn’t it?” “Uh huh,” she whined. “I’m pulling off your clothes and opening your legs, sweetheart.” Before she knew it, her panties and shorts had slid down her legs and onto the floor. She was breathing heavy. Her legs were high and wide. “I’m grabbing your ankles. Smelling your sex, and . . . and . . .” She was rubbing her clit with her middle finger. “And?’ she asked in a desperate tone. “I go balls-deep.” Layla shoved two fingers inside as she moaned.

IT WAS AROUND seven PM when Layla got home and when she entered the house, she saw sitting on the living room couch beside Lillian a woman whose photos she had seen a lot of times on the Internet, specifically on Ambert’s F******k but never in the flesh—Sadie. The woman was listening keenly to Lillian, and her beauty glowed, like somebody had snatched a star from the skies and dumped it on their sofa, even though she was dressed very casually. She wore a green shirt with floral design and denim jeans and no makeup.

She felt a hand moved from her belle to her thighs, but before she could catch on to what was happening Jayden slide his hand into her panties and placed a finger on her cunt. “ Fu*k!” Lena muttered as she felt the warm touch she had been deprived for months now. Not giving her time to moan, Jayden slid in another finger, thrusting in and out with his fingers. He slowly pushes Lena’s undies with his other hand, when he finally Succeeded he spread her legs wide and knelt down in between them.

she whispered, but her nipples were already hard against her thin tank top. Ryder pulled out his phone and waved it in front of her face. “You can. Or I start sending clips. Starting with the one of you choking on my dick in your stepbrother’s room yesterday.” He tapped play quickly. The video showed her on her knees, tears in her eyes, lips stretched around his thick cock. The wet glucking sounds were unmistakable. Her face burned with shame… and fresh arousal. “On your knees, Lila. Now.” She sank down slowly onto the cold tiled floor, heart racing so hard she felt dizzy. The voices from the dining area filtered through the thin walls—Ethan complaining about traffic, her mom laughing. So cl

Lena watched with heavy-lidded eyes, her fingers lazily circling her own clit. Riley kicked off her jeans and panties, revealing smooth, shaved skin and more tattoos trailing down her hips. I laid her back on the wide chair beside Lena and positioned myself between her thighs. My cock was aching, still slick from Lena. I rubbed the head up and down Riley’s wet slit, teasing her clit until she was squirming. “Jax… please,” she breathed, reaching down to guide me.

Layla looks at me with needy eyes and flushed cheeks. “You liked that?” I say and lick circles around her clit. She nods, and I grin. “Why don’t you tell Daddy how much you liked it.” “I can’t watch this,” Dad says, but when I look over, I see his cock already straining against his pants. No matter what he says, he likes watching. I lick between Layla’s pussy lips and then suck on her clit. She cries out, and her fingers go to my hair. They tighten as I do it again, and she moans loudly.

Without another word, I turn, my eyes on the screen as I walk. I ease myself into the chair just as Jenaya picks up the lingerie, she stares at it a little longer. Then she turns, looking directly to the camera. My breathing dulls. Now I'm certain she knows it's there. She knows… And yet, that didn't stop her. My lips curls up and before I can breathe again, she strips. Holy fuck. My cock throbs. I don't shift my gaze from that screen, not for a second. She doesn't look away, it's almost like it's intentional.