Eleanor Matsuura Nude の小説・ストーリー

Then the hiring manager stood up, locked the door, and looked at the other four men. “Clothes off. Now.” Eleanor didn’t wait for them to change their minds. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall. Stepped out of it instantly. She unbuttoned her shirt slow and steady. Like she was unraveling a Christmas present. Watching their faces while her heavy tits spilled. She reached for her bra, unhooked it, and dropped it on the table. Her nipples were already stiff, hard like a rock. She hooked her thumbs in her panties and pushed them down her legs.

~Elena’s POV~ My sweater hits the floor first. I don’t look at him, I can’t. If I see his face, I’ll lose my composure. So I focus on taking my clothes off, my fingers tremble as I push the last button of my jeans, I step out of them and I unhook my bra with my hands still shaking. The studio is warm, but goosebumps rise across my skin anyway. “Underwear too.” Mateo’s voice comes from somewhere behind me. But I feel him before I see him, his presence in the studio, precise, controlled. I hear charcoal scratching the paper, he’s already drawing.

"I see things. Come in. We have much to discuss." --- The cabin was cluttered. Books, candles, strange jars filled with glowing liquids. A fire crackled in the hearth. "Sit," Elara said, gesturing to a worn couch. We sat. She sat across from us, studying me. "The Mute Omega," she said. "You're smaller than I imagined." "I get that a lot." She laughed—a warm, raspy sound. "I like you." "Can you help me?" She tilted her head. "I can try. But I need to see what you're capable of first."

I wipe the water from my face, catching a glimpse of Ellie's long black tail just as it's going underwater. Standing, I shake some of the water from my body. Ellie fazes and begins to swim towards me. She climbs out of the water, just feet from me, holding a bag. After looking over her, I can't help but look away. She's naked, and I have no idea how to react. I feel my face heat up as I look over her slim ivory body, and large pale bosom. Her body is fit and toned, looking as if she’d been molded from clay by a master craftsman. I turn away from her.

e says, and I look at him, frowning. "I' "I'm getting naked in front of her", "say, and for once, I feel very conscious of my body size. She is blonde and model look like, her body is perfect with everything in the right place, no cellulite, no stretch marks, nothing, and look at me. "Wh" not?" "Matteo asks, now walking to face me. "Look at her, what will she think of me?", "whisper, and Matteo holds my face between his palms.

But in the middle of the room, as I was staring at one of the photos of peasant women from Nusa Tenggara, a voice rang out behind me. "Matthias always liked women with fire in their eyes." I turned around. A woman stood there. Golden blonde hair, tall, wearing a white elegance dress. Her face is firm. Beautiful. But what's sharper... her smile. "Pardon?" I said. She stepped forward, offering a hand. "Im Elise." My hand grasped hers reflexively. But in my head... everything tense up. Elise. From the way she spoke, from the expression on her face... I knew this was no ordinary Elise.

These women were preparing him for strangers. He was hauled out of the water and dried with fluffy towels that felt like clouds. Then, he was marched over to a padded table in the center of the room. "Lie down. Face up," Eleanor commanded. Leo lay back. The lights above him were bright, making him squint. He felt exposed, his genitals on display, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The women returned. This time, they held golden bowls of warm oil. They poured it over his chest, the liquid slick and hot. Four hands began to massage him.

He slapped his head unconsciously which got Eliza's attention. "I'm sorry Sir, are you okay? Am I supposed to write that down, take off your clothes? Whose clothes, Sir, a model? Is this a script for them?" "What, no, no, no Ms. Vicente. I am sorry I blurted that out. I was merely memorizing a line for a friend's content," Matan lied. He was not aware he said those thoughts out loud. What would his parents say? Such dirty thoughts, he would rot in hell. He has to give her credit though, she did not even blush considering the implication of those words. He has to finish this errand and get as far away from her as possible. She is causing him a lot of headaches already. First, when he met her

“Look, look, look.” Raina was waist-deep in the shallow end, her dark hair tied up in a messy, hurried knot, one hand steadily anchoring the float without hovering too much. She smiled every time Liyana splashed, but the warmth didn’t quite reach her eyes. Her attention remained split, trapped between being present and being somewhere else entirely. Eleanor sat on the wicker lounger beneath the wide shade umbrella, her sunglasses on, her posture projecting a relaxed ease that wasn't actually relaxed at all. She was watching everything without appearing to watch anything. A book rested open in her lap, unread for the last twenty minutes.

dead. We happen to come across very few people who look at us like we just fell from Mars. "I don't know about you guys, but this place gives me the creep." Raina says, as we pass through endless wheat fields. "It's calming." Eleanor says as she looks around. Strangely, she looks relaxed, her shoulders are not tensed, and her hair falls loosely around her shoulders. Eleanor rarely lets her hair down, pun intended. "Of course, you would like a place like this." Raina mutters underneath her breath.