Layla Roo Nude Novels & Stories

She reached back and unzipped her skirt, shimmying it down her hips along with her panties. Knox stared, his cock throbbing. “You’re so fucking hot.” Layla laughed softly, stepping out of the skirt and kicking off her heels. She hopped up on the desk, spreading her legs wide, not caring that papers had scattered to the floor. “Come here, and eat me first. Make me come on your tongue.”

Adam hushed the final words before shutting the briefcase and then leaving. “The money is good. We both knew that. But working together without either dying? That’s nearly impossible.” “I’ll poison you.” She threatened, picking up the file and then got on her feet. I let my eyes wander over her outfit. The yellow gown stopped over her knee. Layla is curvy. Not D Cups curvy, but curvy enough. She’s a C cup and that ass—what I’d give to have that ass hovering over my face, chest pressed against the bed, knees propped so her legs can fold neatly.

Layla gets up and looks at my cock like she has never seen one before. "-May I touch it? Layla asks curiously. -Of course, you can. Do you know what this is? -Umm… No… I have never seen one." Layla replies, touching my cock and making it get as hard as possible. While Layla was touching my dick, I explain to her that I am a futanari, gifted with both a pussy and a dick. She is mesmerized by my dick and keeps playing with it until I ask her nicely to stop.

Maybe he would have an explanation for it. Sighing deeply, Layla stepped back into the shower and shut her eyes closed, enjoying the comfort it offered. Her eyes were still shut, even when she heard someone walk in. She immediately snapped her eyes open as she turned to see Nolan standing at the door. Completely naked, his disheveled hair, his tattoos, his biceps, and then his huge….they were all so tempting and inviting, at the same time intimidating. Layla realized that she was naked also, she immediately became embarrassed and wrapped her around her chest in embarrassment.

Numbers were exchanged, Layla was glowing, head tipped back in laughter, eyes sparkling like she hadn’t a care in the world. “Oh my God, look at them,” she whispered, elbowing me. “I could make a full PowerPoint on how adorable they are.” I shook my head, smirking. “You really have zero chill.” Layla leaned back, twirling her straw. “Zero chill is my brand.” I laughed, watching her antics. After our cocoa and laughing at a couple of Layla’s ridiculous jokes about dating disasters, she stood up suddenly. “Alright, Rora, game time. Let’s race to that giant oak tree and take the epic fall-leaf selfie.”

The sounds of our bodies clashing together and our mutual moans filled the afternoon air, I came shortly after as I poured my seed into her, making a silent prayer to the moon goddess this works out for me. we soon changed position as I ended up up on the ground and she came on top of me as she rode me, she slammed her self down on my dick. As she bend I reached up as I took her nipples into my mouth and I began sucking her as she moans out in response. we went for hours and only took short breaks as we played naked on the water fall. I made sure to cherish every minute of it as I held her tight, the grass became our bed and plave of pleasure as I rode all all day into the night.

The stained yellow linoleum looked more like dried urine, and the water drips on the off-white walls reflected the artificial light like streams of stomach bile. Kylee turned her attention to the peeling mirror. Usually she didn’t notice herself, but now she pulled the elastic out of her limp blond hair. It didn’t bounce, curl, wave, or shine. Grabbing it up in her hands, she wrapped it back into a ponytail. Small wisps escaped the band, forming shapeless strands around her face. Her face wasn’t too bad. She had high cheekbones and full, pink lips. A scattering of freckles decorated her small nose, and long brown lashes framed her blue eyes.

Layla “Look at me, don't close your eyes,” he commanded, his voice a low plea. My mate was staging in front of me, naked in full glory, a vision of raw, potent masculinity. All his wounds and scars from all the battles he had won and lost were on display, and they were the most beautiful things I had ever seen.

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.

Her white panties were pressed so deeply by the chair that the fabric sank into her, even leaving a damp patch. I lifted her chin and gazed into her dazed, longing eyes. "Does it ache? Do you want me to help you?" She nodded desperately. Overjoyed, I lowered my trousers, and she saw my bare lower body. My body was hot and firm. Mesmerized, she couldn't look away. It was the first time Layla had ever seen a man's most private part. I placed my hands on the back of her head, positioning myself directly in front of her lips. "Do you want a taste?"