Leo Harley Nude Novels & Stories

Fuck this woman is something else. I lay back down and graciously as requested, begin to slide my bottoms down my legs until they reach my mid-thighs. “Your body is amazing, Levy.” Harper lowers her head and begins to trace the cut of my abs one by one. Her tongue is warm and wet, I can just imagine it licking my shaft. “You should model motorbikes, Levy. All bare-chested straddling your bike with all the humming between your legs.” I open my eyes wide, damn she has a fierce imagination.

"Come on." The SUV bumps our rear bumper. THUD. The car jolts. The laptop slides off my lap. I catch it just before it hits the floor. "Steady!" I scream. I look out the window again. A motorcycle roars up the shoulder. A rider in a leather cut. He’s riding a chopped Harley, leaning low over the bars. He holds a sawed-off shotgun in his left hand. Leon. He made it. He followed the extraction plan.

The city lights outside painted everything in soft neon and gold, but my eyes were locked on the scene unfolding directly opposite me on the 12th floor. Mr. Harlan, fifty-six, broad-shouldered, silver hair still thick, body kept hard by daily gym sessions and sheer arrogance, was fucking a girl who couldn’t have been older than twenty-two. She was bent over the back of his leather couch, completely naked, her perky tits pressed against the glass, nipples hard from the cool surface. Her mouth was open in a silent moan as Mr. Harlan stood behind her, pants around his ankles, driving his thick cock into her pussy with powerful, wet thrusts.

“I am a patient man, Harley,” Armel stated with a mind-boggling disregard for the truth, “but I’ve had as much as I’m prepared to take from you.” Frozen to the bed, Harley watched him activate the remote to turn off the television before his hands moved to the belt of his robe. “Uhm… Obviously, I was wrong about Mademoiselle Lasalle. I’m sorry,” she muttered thickly. Harley watched him with wide, disbelieving eyes, her blood pounding in her veins when he loosened the belt and shrugged out of his robe to stand before her, gloriously and unashamedly naked.

She had never seen anything like it as anyone in Temperance was ever skilled enough to ride one, but she'd seen a few in movies and television shows over the years, but none were ever as impressive as the one Brick had. It was a fantastic thing, Layla recalled seeing a model similar to his and that it was called the Harley-Davidson Road King, black, and the engine was quite loud and impressive. She was especially impressed by the well-polished silver chrome on the sides and trimming of the bike. While most people tried to put their spin on their wheels, It was clear to Layla that Brick was more than happy to keep his bike classic and spent a good deal of time on the upkeep in his spare time.

Straw Hat Pack Dry Ridge, Kentucky Maria ‘Bee’ Shiver pulled her Harley-Davidson Sportster Sportster Seventy-two to an overlook. Taking her helmet off, her long black hair spilled over her back. Dark amber eyes looked over the valley below. “Damn, it is sure pretty here,” Bee said, stretching her arms over her head and turning to BC.

It was a black bike, and carried the exact same rider from campus earlier. Takoda’s posture changed immediately beside me, his muscles locking up into a hard line. It wasn't open aggression, but guarded. The motorcycle stopped near the edge of the gravel lot before the rider finally shut off the engine and removed his helmet. He had dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and looked older than us, maybe by a few years. He was annoyingly attractive in a “probably ruins lives recreationally” kind of way. Harmony stared openly, her jaw dropping. “Why is it that this damn town is genuinely infested with emotionally unavailable men?”

‘Hey. ‘Hey.’ Ryan couldn’t stop his chuckle. ‘Thanks.’ ‘Pleasure. Your food is ready. Shall we?’ Ryan nodded and moved off Jeremy’s lap. After thanking the doctors and nurses, Ryan followed Jeremy out of the hospital and to the most classically beautiful and obviously new and expensive bike he’d ever seen. It was a Harley Davidson Cosmic Starship. What Ryan didn’t know was that it was the most expensive Harley-Davidson bike, priced at a whopping one million U.S. dollars, had a powerful six-cylinder engine, and moved with lightning speed. He also didn’t know that Jeremy had purchased it, just to enable him get to him…his mate.

The other beautiful celebrities quickly scooched over for a picture after seeing Lola Hoffman and Leona Foley in front. Even Imani completely ignored her embarrassment and stood the furthest to the side just to be in the same frame as Harvey. Harlem Lee was going crazy when he saw his own woman licking Harvey’s boot without even batting him an eye. “What right do you have?! “You’re just a live-in son-in-law! What right do you have?! “Prince Gibson will never let you go for this!”

I ran back to the library to my uncle Harry's computer. The first one I insert in the DVD drive is labeled NST01. There is also an NST02, NST03 and NST04. The computer is in auto-play mode and it mounts the DVD. There is an MS-Word file, an mpeg video file and a folder full of jpeg files. I open the jpegs first because I want to see if they are pictures of Nicole. They aren't. They are pictures of an older woman about my mom's age. The pictures show her in various stages of undress, then various nude poses; bent over, legs spread, masturbating and some close ups of her erect nipples and wet pussy lips. She's a very attractive woman and my cock is responding, especially to the one with her le