Layla Roo Nude Novels & Stories

I can always distinguish her voice from among a thousand and know which one belongs to her… the one and only, Layla Jackson. I turned to see Layla, standing behind me in Cream white sandals, putting on a black flared above knee-length high waist skirt and a cream white off shoulder crop top. Her slender arms were adorned in a chain and leather bracelets. Her now milk coffee hair were tired in two pig tails with scanty bangs that fell on her face and she constantly twirl the front strands of her hair. Honestly, Layla is a very beautiful woman, an epitome of beauty just as Rein is the definition of handsomeness standards. I bet they took it from their mom who is a goddess of beauty.

"Sean, over here!" His eyes flickered, and he looked over at the sound. Layla wasn't wearing her signature white doctor's coat that day. She was wearing a tight-fitting, round-collared white t-shirt and a pair of tiny denim shorts. It showed off her figure perfectly, especially her chest. Her breasts bounced up and down as she waved her arm and seemed to curve through the air. It was a feast for the eyes. Sean just looked at them, and he felt his scalp prickle.

she said in a sultry voice. "Not tonight. I'm tired. I just want to sleep early," he said politely. Luna Viviana couldn't be stopped. She took the initiative, got up and rode him. She sat on his crotch and began grinding like a cowgirl. WTF? He groaned in annoyance.

I can hardly wait to see the love bug bite his ass. This is the first time in a long time. I have seen Layla in anything other than scrubs. Or her birthday suit. Tonight, my mate looks absolutely elegant in her knee-length black sequened gown and matching black heels. I love it when she styles her hair in that up-do thing as she calls it. it shows off my mark perfectly.

Her scent fills my lungs, and I don’t mean her perfume; she isn’t wearing any. I can smell a hint of shampoo, but mostly I just smell her. Her scent ignites a primal lust inside me, and I drag my open lips across the back of her neck as I play with her pussy. The way she’s clenched down on my finger confirms what I already knew; Layla is a virgin. Her pussy is tight, and I’m going to ruin it. I tug her pants down and expose everything to me. There’s a lightly trimmed tuft of hair covering her gorgeous lips. That’s going to have to go.

“She was… quite particular about it.” Clearway laid out the rest: Fresh linens. White. Soft. A pale blue gown with silver thread at the seams. A thick, wool-lined robe - heavier than anything slaves were given. Clean undergarments, delicate and untouched by wear. “We washed your bedding,” Clearway said. “The Luna requested only the best materials.” “She said you’re to have nothing coarse against your skin today,” Waters added gently. My throat tightened. Clearway poured the tea and held it out with both hands, waiting patiently until I could lift mine.

My treacherous body yearned for more of this sweet torture. "I can see it in your eyes that you want this too." He continued, a slight smile caressing his already handsome features. "You just have to say the word Lyla. I'll bend you everywhere and anywhere... Make you cum on my fingers and face. Make you wish you surrendered your entire being to me..." "Huh..." I was too stunned to speak, and my exclamation came out more like a moan.

Oh my– Layla was putting on a deep plunge v-neck top and a shirt denim skirt that exposed most part of her thighs. From the top, I could tell she hadn't wore anything beneath and I could mark the shape of her boobs. I didn't believe she was wearing that to go see Rhett. Like….Rhett Rivers? No. Not happening. Layla: How's it? My fingers shook. “Nice. It's sooo nice.” Layla: Thanks mocha. I might see you there. Text you soon.

I closed my eyes and visualized my mate bond and it branched out in three as I was coming back to reality I heard Layla's voice. " As much as I like the show, I'd like your attention on us please." I turned to look at them and I was speechless. I was expecting a dress or a suit but I was mate by matching lingerie. Layla's nipples were erect, probably from watching our little show and I could also see Leon's erection straining against the fabric. He had a slender body and I half expected him to have a long slender dick, but I was surprised to see that it was thick.