Elaine Reynolds Nude Novels & Stories

“Please.” “Please what?” Elena leaned down, licked a stripe up Liana’s neck, tasting sweat and oil paint. “Use your words, little muse.” “Finger me. Fuck me. Make me come so hard I forget every camera that’s ever owned me.” Elena’s smile was slow and cruel. She released Liana’s wrists only to shove the remains of the dress up to her waist. No underwear. Of course. Liana was shaved bare, slick and swollen, clit peeking from its hood like it was begging. Elena traced one finger through the wetness, barely grazing, watching Liana’s hips chase her hand.

A quiet feminine moan. My hand froze on the handle. I cracked the door open just enough to look inside and the sight hit me like a punch to the gut. Elena was still on the table, legs spread wide in the stirrups. The gown had fallen completely open, exposing her naked body. One hand cupped her full breast, pinching the nipple, while the other worked frantically between her thighs. Two fingers plunged in and out of her glistening pussy, making obscene wet noises. Her clit was swollen and red from attention. Her head was tilted back, lips parted, and those erotic moans spilled freely from her mouth.

Another part — the treacherous, curious part — was already throbbing with unwanted heat. Slowly, defiantly, she pulled her tank top over her head, revealing small, perky breasts with pierced nipples. Then the jeans came off, followed by her black thong. She stood completely naked in the center of the room, trying to look unbothered even as her cheeks burned. Elena’s green eyes darkened with approval as they roamed over Riley’s body. “Beautiful,” she murmured. “And so much potential.” She picked up a thin black leather collar from the table and stepped forward, fastening it snugly around Riley’s neck. The click of the buckle sounded loud in the quiet room.

She slipped off the other shoulder as she held unto the dress preventing it from revealing more than her shoulders. Elena looked into his eyes again without speaking, his eyes suggested for her to go on. She brought down her dress stopping just above her nipples, allowing him to gaze on the lovely skin that enveloped her very round breasts; Elena held her gaze down, refusing to look up to his eyes as she allowed the dress to fall off to the ground, revealing her naked frame save for her white lace panties. He gasped as his eyes enveloped her whole body.

He quickly slammed on Reu’s door but it was already opening. Dressed in grey shorts and a vest, his bare arms were covered in the same silvery lines as Declan. Saying nothing, Reu just stared in abject, starving lust at Elvie’s naked curves. Compared to my weight loss Elvie still looked sensational. Her face ate him up , twisting ever so slightly to face him. Her back was scarred like mine but her stomach, chest and legs were all immaculately proportioned. The dimmed lights caught the shapely curve of her wide hips as well as the telltale shine between her thighs.

I froze, water streaming down my face, one hand still in my hair. She stepped inside like she owned every inch of the space—and she did. Elena. Wearing nothing but a short silk robe the color of deep burgundy, loosely tied at the waist. The belt was barely holding; the fabric gaped open from collarbone to mid-thigh, flashing golden skin, the inner curve of one heavy breast, the smooth plane of her stomach, the soft shadow between her legs. Her dark hair was loose and slightly damp, like she’d already showered somewhere else. Bare feet. Red toenails. That slow, knowing smile curving her lips.

One push and Riley was seated on the edge, legs parted just enough for Elena to step between them. Elena unbuttoned Riley’s jeans, tugged the zipper down slowly, deliberately. Riley lifted her hips without being told. Elena peeled denim and plain cotton underwear down together, past knees, off ankles. Riley naked now except for socks. Vulnerable. Exposed. Wetness already visible on her inner thighs.

“Marcus! Welcome back. You look like you ran a marathon.” She was wearing a thin yellow sundress that stopped mid-thigh. The fabric was light, almost see-through in the afternoon light coming through the window. No bra. Her full breasts moved freely when she reached up to adjust the fan speed, dark nipples pressing against the material like they were begging for attention. At forty-four, Elena had the kind of body that made younger girls jealous—smooth olive skin from her mixed heritage, wide hips that swayed when she walked, thick thighs that rubbed together just right. Her long black hair was tied up messily, a few strands sticking to her neck from the heat. I swallowed hard. “Yeah, gym wa

On a beach, Elena is doing a photo shoot with several other models with a team of crew and photographers. She had changed into clothes in the form of a pink bra combined with pink underwear and a long wide thin cloth tied at her waist. the woman was standing against the background of the morning sun, not wearing sandals, the legs and arms were given lotion to make them look shiny. She stares the other way with a pose and occasionally smiles looking at the camera. "Nice, let's try another pose," said the photographer.

His mouth parted while his eyes bounced around her body. She was a darn sight to behold. Her breasts were so magnificent that he ached to press his hands to them. The way she touched herself elicited wild electrical jolts through his body. He was unzipping himself, pulling out his beamer, and stroking the already stiff staff. Elaine tried a slow smile. She would push him for more and he would want to make out with her. She wheeled herself to him, striding herself to a sitting position on his lap.