Beth Eleanor Naked Novels & Stories

"Right now, I want you to strip for me, take off everything but those sexy heels." Elena obeyed, fumbling with one hand to unzip her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it and kicked it aside. She could feel Kane's eyes on her every move, devouring every inch of exposed skin. She stood before him completely naked except for her heels, feeling powerless yet powerful all at once. "Fuck," Kane breathed, looking her up and down. "Look at you, all bare and vulnerable for me." Elena flushed at his words but held her chin high, refusing to be ashamed of her body or her arousal for him. If anything, it only made her more determined to show him how eager she was to please him.

♦♦♦♦ Inside Eleanor’s room, everything was quiet again. She carefully placed her necklace back where it belonged, hiding it with deliberate precision, as if sealing away both grief and leverage. Then she turned toward the mirror and changed into a deep red nightdress....thin straps, fabric clinging just enough to hint at temptation without giving everything away. She kept her makeup nude and minimal. Plain. Soft. Beautiful. Lewis would notice. She moved toward the bed, intending to sit, but a thick, familiar voice stopped her.

"You have to live up to some expectations now that you are formally a member of the Presley's family. I expect you to preserve the honor and repute of our name because being a Presley is more than just a title" With each sentence digging deeper into my skin, his words seemed like a weight bearing down on me. I nodded, attempting to look calm in spite of the knot in my chest. Eleanor's tone clipped as she spoke next."It is your responsibility as Alexander's wife to stand by him in both public and private settings. You should always be beside him, go to events, and portray yourself as the ideal bride. Discretion is key, Isabella. Any slip-ups could have severe consequences—not just for you, bu

They are already dressed up for the party. Eleanor is putting on a green dress like I said. Beatrice is wearing a blue dress with shiny stones embedded in it. It's an off-the-shoulder dress that reveals her delicate shoulder. “If you are done staring at us, can we go in?” Eleanor asked and Beatrice stepped forward. “We are waiting.” She said and I swallowed hard. “You guys are so good at making fun of me. Now get in, ladies,” I said, pulling the door wide open for them to go in.

So this little princess had a boyfriend after all. I heard a humming sound in the room and immediately knew Eleanor was there. I turned to look at her. I stood still. My eyes not wanting to blink as I stiffened up. She gasped as she saw me. I couldn't resist, I couldn't pretend. My dick rose up and hard almost tearing off my pants…and she could see it. Why on earth, was she completely naked and covered in oil?

I gasped when our clit collide, giving me a beautiful, pleasure. Then Eleanor set me down on the cold tile floor, then Eleanor took off the remaining of her clothes, and now we're both bare naked, and we're intently looking at each other's body. Eleanor sank with me, parting my legs, revealing all of me to her. Eleanor is looking at my pssy with pure lust and desire. I just observed Eleanor waiting for her next action. Then her eyes went back to staring directly into my eyes, then she licked her right two fingers, not breaking her gaze, then her hands went directly into my clit.

Silence. Then, the sound of movement inside. Footsteps. A second later, the door cracked open, and Eleanor stood there, frowning. She was dressed for the night—barefoot, in a thin, loose shirt that barely brushed the top of her thighs, her hair spilling over one shoulder in loose brown waves. The sight of her like this—soft and unguarded—made me hard. Instantly. I shifted slightly, forcing myself to stay in control as I discreetly covered myself so she wouldn’t notice.

Riley’s moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the studio walls. Elena pulled her fingers free only long enough to strip Riley’s leggings down her legs. Riley stepped out of them, completely naked now, skin flushed and glistening. Elena’s eyes darkened with hunger. She shrugged out of her own leotard in one fluid motion, revealing full breasts with dark nipples and the smooth curve of her hips. A neatly trimmed patch of dark hair framed her glistening sex.

Something more raw, some flesh. Beth sent another picture with the strap of her dress halfway down her shoulder. She was teasing me, trying to provoke me to reply to her. One nude, and she would get a text. Another image, but this time, not of her. It was a man holding a giant fuck you sign. Me: I would love to fuck you too.

Finn growled and that brunette cursed under her breath before casually getting off of Leon and wearing her shirt back that was on the floor. "I'll get him next time! But he's only mine!" That brunette hissed while glaring at Eleanor who flinched back completely baffled. "Fuck off, Bertha!" Was this woman about to snatch Leon's virginity! Leon would've been ruined if Eleanor didn't call Finn on time! This mere thought made her repugnant towards that woman and that Bertha wasn't even abashed of the sin she was about to commit. Eleanor abruptly blocked Bertha's way with a clenched jaw. "Give me the keys!" Eleanor said coldly, making Bertha to glare back.