Abby Elliot Nude Novels & Stories

I wipe the water from my face, catching a glimpse of Ellie's long black tail just as it's going underwater. Standing, I shake some of the water from my body. Ellie fazes and begins to swim towards me. She climbs out of the water, just feet from me, holding a bag. After looking over her, I can't help but look away. She's naked, and I have no idea how to react. I feel my face heat up as I look over her slim ivory body, and large pale bosom. Her body is fit and toned, looking as if she’d been molded from clay by a master craftsman. I turn away from her.

Eric was awkward. He seemed sure that she was going to the party when she had no plan to attend. She was never going to attend and humiliate her life again at that party. “Done talking?” Bill sounded behind her. She quickly turned around to face him. Her eyes grew bigger seeing the man’s wet sexy abs. Bill stood up top naked. He only wore back his pants. His hair was still wet and messy which made him so cute to look at. Though Arabella found it very hard to ignore the sexy sight in front of her, she tried her best to avert her gaze to the corner of her house.

‘’Oh don’t be silly, I’m not hurt. ‘’Really?’’ ‘’Really.’’ Ella echoed. ‘’All set.’’ Idad announced moving away from the tub. Ella thanked her and walked over to it with her hands working on the knot. Feeling incredibly self-conscious, she glanced back at Idad and the woman smiled knowingly. ‘’What do we have here? A shy bride?’’ ‘’I’m sorry…it’s just, no one’s ever seen me naked except me.’’ This time Idad grinned.

Abby's POV Marbel. My stomach twisted She was wearing a micro nude-colored gown that barely covered anything and long black leather boots that stopped just above her knees. Her legs were parted like she was posing for a movie poster or preparing for a fight. I could already sense drama coming. What did Hayden ever see in her? Maybe it was her extreme curves….or her confidence.

“A man’s weakness is Mercella and she knew that… she had the kind of body men would die for and for once she used it as a weapon” The room was quiet, except for the soft flicker of candlelight dancing across Ellie’s bare skin. She sat on the edge of the massive clawfoot tub, a soft linen robe clinging to her damp body, her golden blonde hair cascading down her back like liquid silk. The faint croon of a jazz vinyl echoed in the background “My Funny Valentine” a sultry lull of

Mariah knew that this was a marriage of convenience, as did Beta Leo and Gamma Erik. My mind shifted back to the present moment as I stood in front of Elliot, wide-eyed at his suggestion. “Are you sure?” I finally asked him, feeling suddenly breathless. Instead of answering, he started to unbutton his shirt. My heart nearly leaped into my throat as his abs were revealed to me. He slowly slid his shirt off his body and placed it on the chair on top of his jacket. “Do artists usually have nude models for painting? Do you like that?” He asked, his eyes never leaving mine.

I feel Elliot’s hand gripping the hem of my shirt as he whispers, “I want to see your sexy body.” Lifting my arms to help him, Elliot removes my shirt and his eyes stare lustfully at my large boobs. Without warning Elliot leans forward sucking the soft skin of my cleavage making me gasp in excitement as he reaches around to unhook my bra, completely exposing my naked breasts to him. “God your boobs are so fucking sexy.” Elliot says taking my left breast in his hand rubbing gently and my right nipple in his mouth, making me moan. “Mmmm Elliot that feels so good.” I say breathing heavily. Running my hands through his hair I pull him closer to my chest.

More specifically, I'd been considering the way Abbie's tits flopped in synch with Tabitha grinding her pussy on her face. "Oh. Yeah, that makes sense. And just so you know, I'm normally more shy about being naked than this, but you took long enough that I had time to psych myself up. That was why I took off my clothes under my gown, so I'd be, like, pre-naughty? Oh my gawd it's weird saying the word 'naughty' to my English teacher." Tabitha's azure eyes honed in on mine imploringly, pleading silently for my come, promising that she would never leave. A faint moan issued from between her thighs.

A washer entered its final spin cycle with a whining crescendo. Nichole’s mind, hazy with pleasure, was now a storm of icy mortification and a bizarre, defiant heat. This was Mrs. Gable. She would tell the entire building. The entire block. But beneath the shame, a raw, uncensored part of her thrilled at being seen like this, claimed by Odell, finally his in the most undeniable way possible.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" "No," Ellie replied inattentively, preoccupied with her phone. "Good. Because I really wanted to—" "Well"—she set aside her phone—"I'm off for a plunge." Ellie rose and took off her tank, unveiling her pink bikini top, which was revealing sections of her sizable bosom that probably should never be on display for a sibling. Oliver was doing his best to elude the promiscuous views his sister was awarding him but failed miserably when he snuck one peek too many, which hadn't gone unnoticed by Ellie.