Doctor Emma Hall Nude Novels & Stories

Ain’t nobody here to impress. I padded barefoot down the hallway, head still throbbin’ with every step, and pushed open the kitchen door. Emma was standing at the stove completely naked. Butt-ass naked. Her heavy titties swaying free. She moved around the kitchen like it was the most normal shit in the world—hips switching, spoon in hand, humming to herself. And right next to her? Sophia. She had on a tiny tank top and shorts that ain’t leaving much to the imagination, choppin’ vegetables fast on the counter.

Emma slowly pulled away, and as it slipped out, cloudy white semen and clear fluids followed. “Ugh…” Emma quickly covered her mouth, suppressing the urge to vomit, then rushed into the bathroom to wash herself. To prevent Damien from entering, she even dragged a few heavy objects in front of the door. “So disgusting… I feel sick… hic… I’m… not… not… how did it come to this…” Emma scrubbed herself relentlessly. She rubbed so hard that her fair skin turned red, soon covered with scratch marks.

Emma's face turned pale with panic, and she immediately tried to stop Maverick. "Maverick, whatever this gift is, it can wait! The priority now is the shares!" But she was already too late—Maverick had opened the folder. Dozens of photos spilled out onto the table. In the pictures, Emma looked nothing like the delicate, innocent woman she pretended to be in front of him. Instead, she had heavy smoky eye makeup and was dressed in revealing outfits as she partied at various high-end clubs abroad with different men.

But looking at that bulge made her mouth go dry and her pussy get wet. “Pull them down,” Bane told her. Emma raised her hands and noticed the slight tremor in them. She needed to get a grip. As a nurse she had seen plenty of men’s private parts. But not like this, not kneeling down in front of them, half naked and still dazed from the orgasms they had given her.

If they continued, she might die. "No! Stop!" Emma pleaded. But Harvey disregarded her words and lifted her nightgown, revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear, and her sensitive area was exposed before him. Harvey took out a tube of ointment that he had prepared beforehand from the bedside drawer. “I said okay, but this place of mine is already red. It's definitely painful, isn't it?" Harvey looked painfully at her place. Emma shyly turned her face away, just now because she thought of miscellaneous things, now she is very embarrassed.

She liked Julie, but sometimes her words felt like they came with invisible strings. When they finally left the mall, Chelsea dropped Layla then Emma . “Buy See you tomorrow, Em. Don’t forget sunscreen.” As Emma walked to her room , her phone buzzed—a message from Connor. Did you survive mall madness? She smiled. Barely. But I think I’m ready for the lake now. Good. You’ll need it. Ethan’s “chill” trips never stay chill. Emma laughed softly to herself as she looked out the window of her room. Manatee High was starting to feel a little less like a dream and a little more like a life she was slowly finding her place in.

God, I know nothing about him. Danika and Emily would kill me if they get to know the kind of person I’ve gotten involved with but I bet they would still prefer this over Hank. “Where is Emily?” “She is not here right now. Can I take a message?” I hear Lucas’s conceited tone. “I am here to settle this man to man. You are not a good guy, Lucas. Stay away from Emily. She is very innocent and doesn’t know anything about us.” I heard Hank’s voice.

I blew out a breath, grabbed my slippers, and tiptoed out, careful not to wake Olive. The corridor was quiet, sunlight sneaking in through the long windows. I padded toward the kitchen—only for the door to swing open right before me. Emma. She stood in the doorway like some fitness magazine model. Headphones on, towel draped around her neck, dressed in her gym set, hair damp with sweat. Her waist was practically so snatched and toned that you’d be tempted to touch it. God does have favorites. I smiled sadly. She raised one perfect brow at me.

We were still catching our breath, my lips swollen, and his cock glistening, when the door creaked open. Shit! We’d forgotten to lock it. Emma, the school nerd, stood frozen in the doorway with a stack of papers. Big glasses, conservative sweater, long skirt, cheeks perpetually pink. Top of the class, virgin energy radiating off her. Her eyes widened at the sight of me on my knees and Professor Kane half-undressed. “I—I’m sorry, I thought—” She turned to flee.

His eyes were pointed in the direction of the room. On the other hand, Rudra looked between the closed door and his super tensed-looking boss face. His expression copied his boss's expressions and he marched to another sitting area where he found her fast asleep. For a moment he found himself getting lost in admiration. The way the baby hair on her forehead lazily lay he felt the urge to run his finger over them, to move them away to get a better view of her full forehead. ' You better get a grip on your lust Rudra! She's a walking danger! ' Rudra mentally cursed himself when his eyes finally moved away from her face but stopped on her visible cleavage. He found his eyes getting wide and his