Elaine Reynolds Nude Novels & Stories

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.

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

His hands played around her abdomen. Emma was ashamed of making sound and she tried to shut the eratic sounds coming from her heart. She wanted more. His every touch was driving her crazy but she could not blunt it out. Elijah teased her more. He brought down her panties and her well shaved public area was before his eyes. He wanted to see her deep and let his mouth drink her wine. Elijah held her waist and Emma subconsciously wrapped her legs around his waist. He supported her butt and took her to his bed.

She simply held out her hand. “Come on, baby. The private sauna is ready.” The door sealed shut behind them with a soft, final click. Heat wrapped around Lily’s bare shoulders and thighs, thick enough to taste. Elena adjusted the controls, then let the towel fall. Elena stood fully naked under the soft golden light…full breasts heavy, dark nipples already tightening in the heat, soft belly, wide hips, smooth shaved cunt glistening. She didn’t cover herself. She didn’t look away. She simply watched Lily’s face while the younger woman swallowed hard.

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.

One of his texts read, and I frowned, clicking on I*******m. REYNOLDS’S HEIRESS REVEALED. NETIZENS CONTINUE TO SLUT-SHAME IRENE REYNOLDS AFTER A PHOTO OF HER OUTFIT WENT VIRAL. RUMORS AFFECT THE REYNOLDS BUSINESS FURTHER. A photo of me in my outfit earlier today stood over the caption… The angle at which it was taken exaggerated the swell of my ass a little too dirty, and my hands flew over my mouth. My phone buzzed and I picked it up, not bothering to check the caller ID.