Abby Elliot Nude Novels & Stories

I want a lifetime of looking into his deep gaze — one that picks up more than I imagined — and getting lost. He fumbles with my pants and then his as well until we're both naked from the waist down. "No underwear?" he asks when my jeans are on the floor. "I didn't take any clothes with me." It was one thing to wear Gina's clothes after my shower, but I refused to do the underwear. Elliot smirks. "Fewer barriers. We should make it a thing." "No," I say laughing until it's cut off when two of his fingers tweak my nipple, causing my back to arch from the bed.

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.

She blinked, “I’m not a slut.” “Oh for fuck’s sake, shut up. Calling people that exchange nudes sluts is wrong you dimwit. And you are a slut, I’ve read your texts with him and I even got horny!! I didn’t even know you could text dirty things. Just send him a nude, you have an amazing body and I’m sure he’d love to see, don’t just show your face yeah?” “But I don’t know how to take nudes, what am I supposed to do or wear?”

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.

Why obsess over the adopted daughter of a wannabe upper-class family? "You're even going as far as creating an alias to work as her sister's assistant, just to get close to her. What exactly are you after?" Elliot had taken off his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes heavy with lust yet soft with affection. "I can't help it. Chloe's very unguarded. I don't want to scare her." "And Natalie Graf? Mr. Zeller, do you feel nothing for her?" Elliot had frowned, disgust flashing across his face. "I do. She makes me sick."

The Queen bee's hair fell in ringlets down her back, and she was wearing a tight crop top with no sleeves and a black leather skirt that barely covered any part of her thighs. Amanda held a red cup in her one, a small smile plastered on her face as she approached Elias, "Well, well, well," she purred, the slyness in her voice catching a few ears, "look who actually decided to show up," Selene and Brooke were right behind Amanda, their eyes raking over Elias's body with amused expressions. Selene leaned over and whispered something to their ears, and they all stifled a laugh. "You invited me," Elias said flatly