Leo Harley Nude Novels & Stories

A new and limited edition Harley Davidson motorcycle, shiny black with red stripes on the sides, stops with a soft thud halfway through the driveway. The driver, a tall and athletic man, wearing a full-face helmet with glasses, a leather jacket, and knee-high boots, got off his motorcycle quietly. Everyone who saw him was deeply impressed by his dramatic appearance. The men admired the big motorbikes which were extraordinarily expensive and the women were curious about the face of the Harley Davidson rider.

They were standing, holding drinks in their hands, looking like they were at a party. The next photo showed the blonde woman sitting on a couch. This time she was naked, her legs spread, and her pussy was shaved like it said in the ad. The third photo showed Greg. He was sitting on a deck chair by a swimming pool, naked as well, his erect cock flat against his belly.

Every time Killian's name crossed my mind, my stomach still flipped. Just then, the sound of water caught my attention. I looked over to the garage bays and saw someone washing a bike. And it wasn't just anyone. He was shirtless, his back turned to me, sun painting every muscle with gold. Water streamed down the ridges of his back, dripping along the line of ink that stretched over his shoulders. He moved like he knew exactly what power looked like and didn’t give a shit who was watching. He was carefully cleaning a vintage Harley like it was something sacred.

She goes back to eating and lets me inspect the picture. I swipe through the photos to see more photos of her and the Marco’s on their motorbike adventure. They’re goofing around on a hilltop in San Marino as the run rises. Looking at the woman sitting next to me I never would have thought she’d be into motorcycles. I swipe again and land on a photo of Harley in a bikini at some Italian lake with a Marco on each side. She looks absolutely ripped, abs, legs, biceps, the lot. Damn. Then I notice one of the Marco’s hands on her waist and a surge of jealousy ripples through my chest. I turn off the phone and put it on the table a little too hard, but Harley doesn’t seem to notice.

I say and Harlow shakes her head as she creates a login and subscribes to Dollycar. “No…” Harlow says as she sinks onto the couch next to me and shows me the pictures. I can see pictures in black and white of Carly naked. You can’t really see anything, oh. Except on these. There are some you can see everything and they are very explicit. In some photos, you can only see half of her face, her lips, or just the side of her face. You can never see her face clearly, but we know it’s here. Why has she been hiding this from us?

“You can park up near that bike over there.” She points to a vintage Harley, and he parks up next to it. He gets out and admires the bike. She comes and stands next to him. It’s a shovelhead, mostly black with some chrome highlights. The tank has light grey smoke trails along it, almost identical to the ones on her arms. It also has some black leather bags attached on either side of the back wheel, and a helmet hung on one handlebar. It looks to be in perfect condition. Kai lets out a low whistle as he walks over to it,

He removed the helmet and leaned forward from his Harley Davidson. His voice sounded blurry outside the window. I didn't answer him and kept weeping. He rolled his hand in the air to suggest that I roll down the window. I wiped my tears and shook my head. Darren looked around and got off his bike, standing next to my car. His lean and toned physique was highlighted by the snug fit of his black leather jacket and pants, which hugged every curve and muscle of his body. His chiseled jawline was accentuated by the black stubble that framed it, and his piercing blue eyes sparkled with intensity. The wind tousled his blonde hair, which was styled in a trendy look that somehow managed to be both re

’ “Shut up, just shut the hell up and leave me alone.” “What are you talking about Nakesha? Who do you want to leave you alone?” I just shot him a nasty look, as I pushed passed him heading to the garage. I just remember that I left my Harley sporter here last week. Ok driving in a dree isn’t a great ideal but it’s the only one I have to get out of here fast. I get onto and just got the hell out of there, not looking back. When I got far enough that I stopped to check my phone for the address that Cyra sent me of the party. One way or another I will lose this virginity tonight, even if it’s with a stranger.

she said. Leo un-straddled Aura and exchanged places with his wife. He wanted to see Aura completely naked and not just her tits. He began to peel the latex top up her stomach and she realizing that he needed her to be naked, Aura sat up briefly to pull the latex top off of her and threw it at the audience. “Here you go guys! Something for you all to masturbate in,” she said laughing as she lay flat on her back.

It must be the vodka. Has to be the damn thing really kicking in now. Because my eyes won't stop roaming eover very mouthwatering piece of this man's body. And that's when it hits me. This man is almost nude— save the tattoo perfectly sitting on his chest, flexing his abs and pectorals. Other than that, it's just a tiny towel wrapped around his waist, looking like it might snap loose at the slightest movement. Holy hell, I'm so freaking done for! Is this Lyra girl not just a stripper but a whore?