Novel & Cerita Beth Eleanor Naked

Except for me, I was relishing that fact. "Well you are the bold one," Beth said to me, "You go first." Beth, my savior again. I think maybe she thought she was calling my bluff or something, but I had never been more ready to be naked. "Well Beth, if you really need to see tits, I am your woman," I said, she started to protest or something, but I was already unbuttoning my blouse. I threw open the blouse in an instant, exposing my C-cup breasts that look massive on my little frame. I quickly unzipped my skirt and shimmied it down my hips. I heard Rachel and Beth murmur when they noticed I wasn't wearing panties. I slipped the skirt off my foot and then kicked off my shoes. I decided to leav

"Knees." Obediently, Beth drops to kneel beside her 'cousin', looks up and opens her mouth. Christ... The pair of them... Both naked, wearing no more than the flaming hair which contrasts so strongly against the pale skin... Both recovered from their pregnancies, narrow-waisted again; and heavy-breasted, the nipples, pale rose on ivory. Charlotte's emerald gaze set against Beth's sea-green... Charlotte's already gleaming and heated skin... her thighs slick and shiny below the trimmed copper triangle at her loins... her scent pungent with sex and James.

“Right here. Let them see what they almost won but failed” The room went still. I held his gaze in the reflection of the mirrored wall, then reached back and unzipped the dress. Let it pool at my feet. No bra. Just the black thong and heels. A low whistle cut the air. Someone shifted in their seat. Rowland’s fingers hooked in the sides of my thong and yanked it down in one rough motion. I stepped out of it, naked now except for the stilettos. “Bend over the table, Beth. Hands flat. Ass up.”

And yet… There it was. Beth Monroe. Naked. Unfiltered. Unapologetically gorgeous. The lighting was soft and golden, as if she’d taken it by a window just after sunrise. The curve of her hip. The soft swell of her breasts. That tiny shadow where her thighs met—and the suggestion of everything just beyond it. A completely accidental message. A completely inappropriate photo. And the part of me that should’ve been stronger—the part that knew better—was suddenly very, very quiet.

Her large dark eyes fixed on him. “Beth?” I said, standing. “Is everything all right?” She shot me a quick glance before turning her eyes back to Tristan. That’s when I noticed she was wearing a long coat that reached down to her feet. Suddenly, Beth opened the coat and let it drop to the floor, revealing her naked body before Tristan. “May I join you, Tristan?” Oh, damn…

my mom persuaded and Melody laughed again, clapping in jest. “Perhaps he must have caught her cheating. She can be a whore sometimes,” She said, playing with her thumb and I squinted my eyes at her. “What?” She asked, staring at me like what she said was true. “Why do you stare at me like I ain’t telling the truth? You were the only person all the boys wanted to talk to in college. They would say “we only want to be with Sandra. She is beautiful with a kind heart”, and you throw yourself at them and act all saint. That's how you got Brian’s attention too.”

His wet dark hair fell slightly into his eyes while droplets slid slowly down the sharp lines of his body. Dear God. He looked unreal. Like sin carved into human form. His eyebrows lifted slowly. “Laura?” My throat completely dried up. I didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to explain why I was half naked in his bed looking like some desperate actress from a late-night romance movie. So I just sat there silently staring back at him. Then his eyes slowly traveled down my body. And stopped. Right where the lace hugged my chest. His jaw tightened slightly. Then he gulped. Heat instantly flooded through me.

In the heat of that moment, she noticed her glasses also played a part in her inability to see where she was going. The rush of adrenaline forced her off the floor, her face redder than blood in embarrassment and something else, something lethal. She groaned as her hand went up to her hair-covered forehead. Something seems to be oozing out from there and it hurts like a bitch. She lifted her eyes off the floor and gasped when she saw the view in front of her. Hanging on the wall is the gorgeous brunette in white, now completely bare with Wilhelm in between her thighs; ass stacked naked. They seemed to be joined to form one body. The jeans she had admired earlier were now gathered around his