Layla Roo Nude Novels & Stories

She was shocked that he recognised her, after all, back in high school, she had been that nerd who wore big glasses and had a dull fashion style. "I'm...glad I met you as well, Ronald," Now that they knew they recognised each other, Layla had no more reservations. Soon, both were completely nude, and she mounted him after he had given proper justice to her breasts and gifted her lots of passionate kisses. "I'm going to give you the best ride of your life," she smirked, placing her hands on his shoulders as she initiated a slow bouncing movement. "I'm looking forward to it," he grinned, slapping her butt, a wordless command to get to it.

LAYLA Cloe was loving making love to him. Tulio was finishing himself off with her. The first night they spent together, he was being so careful with her, that she had to ask him to stop. " Tulio, we had sex, I did not have open brain surgery. I'm fine! " she said when he tried to help her sit up. " I seem to be made of glass, what will happen if I say I'm already horny again? " She then opened the towel she was wearing wrapped around her body and exposed to him her naked body with water droplets, the mischievous smile on her lips.

"So.. I'm thinking you literally go in there not wearing anything so I can touch you well..." My eyes shot wide open, "Layla what the fuck.. everyone will see me naked.." She laugh, "fuck okay you win chipmunk... I definitely have to be the only one seeing you naked.. but I wanna touch a piece of you.. all of it." I took a bite on my pizza and ignored her. She poked my shoulders, "I love how you don't have a come back for this because it's so happening..." I rolles my eyes and fed her a piece of pizza, "eat.. we are wearing our black shorts and..."

I shared my thoughts with my subconscious. “Your mom is preparing delicious food for you. Let’s get you showered,” Layla drew my attention to her and my heart fluttered as the memories with Klaus in his bathtub flashed in my mind but soon my heart sank as his absence hit me hard. “I’ll take shower by myself. I’m awake, now,” I said sadly, feeling shy to be naked in front of Layla or anyone else for that matter. Layla chuckled before helping me to get up from my bed. “We have been seeing you naked for the last two days if that’s what makes you feel uncomfortable and well, I'm a doctor,” she shrugged and added, “I’m used to seeing naked women.”

I grab two towels and place them on the hangers on the back of the bathroom door. I walk over to Layla who is still sitting there lost inside her mind and begin to undress her. She helps by lifting her arms above her head as I pull her shirt off. Her breasts are on full display without a bra on and I can't help but marvel at their beauty. They are perky with small rose colored pebbles for nipples. They are the perfect size to fit my hands and I want to caress them and squeeze them, but I know now is not the time. I unbutton her shorts and help her to stand on her feet. She places her hands on my shoulders for balance as I slowly pull her shorts down to pool at her feet. Layla lifts one dirty

She made her entrance with the practiced grace of a woman who knew how to command attention. Her heel snagged for a heartbeat on a warped "oorboard by the entrance, a stumble she masked with a toss of her hair, a straightening of her spine, and a sway of her hips. Layla was a walking contradiction, a dangerous curve of hips barely contained by tight denim, her upper half showcased in a simple white cotton tank. The e#ect wasboth a threat and an invitation, a promise of trouble wrapped in a deceptively sweet package. She was a storm brewing on the horizon, a

I chuckled going to sit down. "Kudos to you, panty girlies. I don't wear those unless I'm on my period." This came from Delilah who I took a good look at. She was on a fishnet jumpsuit with absolutely nothing under...boobs, nipples, pussy....completely uncovered. She was sitting though, but it was already obvious her ass was naked as well. Not only her, most of the women I was seeing now had next to nothing covering their bodies... Woah. "I know you, Delilah. You love showing off your skin." Layla said with an eye roll. She was on a shiny red mini gown which showed a great deal of her cleavage.

There were scars on his hand thus it wasn't in the slightest smooth and in comparison the creamy soft skin was so soft, Icarus could not stop himself from dipping his head and lewdly licking her over. "You are so beautiful baby, can you please let me take off your clothes? I really wish to bend you over and fuck you princess." So dirty. Layla trembled when he looked at her intently, almost staring at her soul and seeking a 'yes' from her side. Would he make her say it? Say those lewd things. "Or do you want me to raise those pretty thighs over my shoulder and eat your-"

"I'm trying to find the little wrinkle I found just last week. Do you know what this means?" "That you're becoming one of us?" She smirked knowing that her kind had found the fountain of youth that many self-absorbed, beauty-obsessed humans craved. "Eh yeah. I guess." "You don't sound so happy?" Layla looked at me. She was looking elegant in her dark red sleeveless long dress with a ruby choker to match the deep plunging neckline of her outfit. "I don't exactly know what to feel actually," I confessed after washing my face. Then, I stripped out of my clothes after she handed me the stunning-looking dress.

“They see a rogue, and they don’t see a girl. They see a threat. So be one.” I burned those words into my bones. But peace never lasts for people like us. One night, we heard footsteps. Too many. Too heavy. Pack patrol. I remember Ayla shoving a blade into my palm. “Run. Now.” “What about you?” “I’ll buy time.” “I’m not leaving you.” She didn’t argue. She slapped me. Hard. And then she said, “Go. Live. Become something they can’t cage.”