Beth Eleanor Nudes Novels & Stories

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.

He backed away returning to the model. Beth was getting ready to rip up the card, when Steve yanked it out of her hands and put it in his knapsack. "I can always use some quick cash," he explained. Beth was a little appalled that he'd be willing to pose nude for money, then she realized that unlike her, he was proud of his body and liked showing it off.

Elizabeth, biting her lips, presses her breasts with her arms and places her hands on her vagina, leaning over to get closer to Cole. “I’m going to raise the level. Are you ready?” Elizabeth said smiling, and her voice was so soft and seductive. Looking directly into Cole’s eyes, Elizabeth removed her laced bra showing him the heart stickers that covered only her nipples. Cole’s eyes narrowed as he continued to look at Elizabeth with hunger. He then quickly takes the photo. Elizabeth stands up, holding her breasts and slowly putting her hands under her bikini moving her breasts slowly while Cole continued taking photos. Elizabeth turns around and gently slipping her shorts down, moving her h

And make her way to the bathroom,Elena stood in front of the mirror and zip down her dirty dress removing every cloth on her till she's naked checking her self out. She has a curvy hip her figure eight is complete,soft in all the right places. Her waist and stomach is flat and the roundness of her breast she touched her brown nipples . Her skin looked pale under the lights and hair was a mess from Damien hands. But over all she's damn sexy she touch her waist bead they are 12 in total in different colors. She walked under the shower and turned the shower on, warm water hit her skin and she left out a satisfied sigh.

A single wingback armchair by the window overlooking the garden. Eleanor turned to face him. Slowly—deliberately—she untied the belt of her dress. It fell open. Nothing underneath. Full, pale breasts—rose-pink nipples already tight from the chill and her arousal. Soft stomach curving to wide hips. Trimmed auburn curls above smooth, glistening lips. She was wet—visibly so. A thin trail of arousal shone on her inner thigh. Jamie stared—mouth dry, cock throbbing painfully.

We had to change into cooler clothing but once naked, well, you never want to waste an erection. Beth pulled the covers down and crawled to the middle and lay on her back before spreading her legs. The view as always for me was breathtaking and one I enjoyed every time I got to see it. Beth is a natural blonde so fair skinned and even with a tan, not very dark. She has shoulder length curly blonde hair parted in the middle and it frames a pretty face with a small nose, full lips and startling blue eyes. Without shoes she is 5' 4" but depending on heel height has on rare occasions been 5'8" tall. On the rare occasions she has worn heels, the calf muscles are more pronounced and makes you want

Beth was skinny, but had round bountiful breasts, something which was so sexually alluring to Christian. Beth waited with her heart swelling with hurt that she was even panting deeply, inhaling and exhaling, watching how Christian's eyes were darkening a shade greener, as his eyes did a once over on her nude body, as if it was just the first time he was seeing her naked before. Before she knew it, he was hugging her from behind. Wrapping his large lean body around hers, burying his face on the crook of her neck.

The humiliation, the degradation, the sheer audacity of it all, seemed to fuel her, transforming her from a shy, lonely woman into a brazen, demanding slut. One evening, the camera was set up in the living room, facing the worn sofa. Eleanor sat there, naked, her massive body spilling over the cushions. Her breasts, enormous and heavy, hung low, her nipples dark and engorged. Her belly, a soft mountain of flesh, jiggled with every breath. Her pussy, a dark, inviting slit, was already glistening. Mark sat in an armchair opposite them, the camera resting on a tripod, a small monitor displaying the live feed. He held a remote, his fingers hovering over the record button.

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

So, I think I may need to find him again. Someone to take my anger out on, because quite frankly that is what is rippling through my body the majority of the time right now. Seeing Ellis in this sickly loved-up state with his new mate is beyond sickening. Yes, his new mate is hot. A former cheerleader. Fucking whoopee doo for Ellis. Once again, I don’t get how that worked, he got this curvy, vivacious little lady, who cannot do enough for him, giggling sweetly at everything he says, and I got fucking Bailey West with her out of control mane of curls and her over the top brain power and intelligence.