Lori Harvey Booty Novels & Stories

Her Amazonian figure sits well on her wafer thin-body. She sways her sculpted hips with every move. Her Christian Louboutin heels clicking on the floor with each step she takes. Heads turn to look at her. She's always modest in her dressing. Never showing any cleavage or dresses going beyond her mid-thighs. So today i am surprised with her Chanel Hollow V-Plunged Bandage Dress that exposes her cleavage. She pushes the door to the ladies bathroom.

Harvey's clothes were off in about two minutes later, and Lia is kneeling in front of him, his saggy small dîck in her mouth. She's sucking like some pop, and Harvey released lazy grunts , holding tightly to her hair as he tried to make her deep-throat, but the meat isn't even reaching half of her mouth. "You're so unfortunate, sugar" Lia commented, taking his dîck out of her mouth. "Tell me more" he groaned.

The small silver door to the rooftop twitched open and Tori came into view. Of course. Right on time. In a pink jumpsuit, black ruched knee-high boots, and a small clutched bag on her shoulder, she looked like she was heading to a party. A party? Oh, it's Friday night. “Thank goodness you're here, Tori baby, talk some sense into your friend,” Harvey immediately ran to her and held her hand. The sudden sparkle in his eyes, the small smile tugging at his cheeks, and the gentle caress he rubbed on her hand: none failed to go within my notice.

They had not slept with a real celebrity. The normal homebodies would drool when they saw those glamorous female celebrities, let alone these two perverts. Toady grinned and asked, “What’s your relationship with her?” Harvey shrugged. “She was my girlfriend, but she has now become famous. So, she has nothing to do with me now.” Toady coughed, and he whispered, “So, do you have any way to get her out and let us try her?” “Um…” Harvey was not that bold.