Elise Bolton Nude Novels & Stories

The public would only see her as a mistress, her potential ruined in an instant. She pushed the door open, the sound of it creaking announcing her presence. The couple immediately froze. Athena scrambled off Lucas, clutching a sheet to cover her exposed body. Lucas, equally stunned, hurried to cover himself, his eyes locking onto hers as he stood. “What are you doing here, Eli?” he demanded, his voice filled with anger. Elise tilted her head, her voice steady and cold. “You’ll show up and meet me on Friday if you don’t want this video all over the internet, Lucas.”

Her grip tightens on her coat. “She’s quite young for a Personal Assistant to you, John, isn’t she?” Elise steps forward, the cape shifting, exposing bare skin underneath. She revealed her naked skin purposely. Just that act alone is like saying a silent, yet unspoken ‘this is what I am to him. What are you?’ Ingrid swallows. I watch her throat move. She’s measuring her response. “Eighteen,” she says finally. Elise hums, dragging the silence between them like a blade across glass. “Eighteen.” She glances at me. “Your Personal Assistant?”

“We have everything to ourselves.” Elise set her satchel down in the library, the fireplace already casting warm light across the familiar space. She turned to Daphne, letting her gaze travel slowly over the girl’s body. The robe gaped just enough to reveal the soft inner curves of her breasts and the shadow between her thighs. “Take it off,” Elise said. Her tone left no room for hesitation. Daphne’s fingers trembled slightly as she untied the belt. The silk whispered down her body and pooled at her feet. She stood completely bare, skin flushed from the shower’s heat and the intensity of Elise’s stare.

After having an explosive orgasm into one of his discarded sweat socks, Elias saw that Selena had moved on and was now Googling sites which had free sex pictures for viewing. Many of the photos showed women, in various states of bondage, being clamped, whipped, spanked, or cum on. Other pictures showed women on their knees gagging on massive cocks, which filled their mouths and throats, all eventually getting cum facials. Yet others had women getting gang banged by numerous men, filling all of their orifices at once. Elias was floored. He had never expected this!!! On a whim, Elias grabbed the phone and dialed Selena's number, hoping to catch her in an awkward moment. "Hello."

Fortunately Ellen hand clapped her palms to create a shockwave at the last moment to escape their combined strike. "Alright! That was pretty good… both of you." Ellen spoke as both Alice and Aria were hanging upside down on the tight ropes around the ring, "You almost had me. Good Job." The shockwave Ellen created tore the tight leather garb exposing their fat buttocks and breast on the display to the entire audience. They both had lewd tattoos and piercings in almost every private part of their bodies. Nothing was left for imagination and since both voluptuous ladies were buck naked. Fortunately, since there were no men in the audience, it could be much less embarrassing for them.

I took in a deep breath, “But that was a long time ago, since high school years and clearly she has moved on proving to be better off without me. I didn't mean to do all that to you sister but I was pushed.” “Lies, all lies,” “What do you want to do with me? I'm sitting nake…” I was instantly cut short by a glorious sight, never had I seen anything like it before. Elias had stripped, he had taken the black dress off completely, what's more surprising? He had no underwear on. His shoulders wide and hard, the tattoos on his arm and chest were more visible when he flexed his muscles.

She was here to reclaim space that had once been stolen from her. "Natalie Evans. I almost didn’t recognize you," purred Elise Langford, wife of a tech billionaire and queen of the social elite. Natalie offered a cool smile. "Elise. Still hosting Botox brunches and selling insider tips for charity auctions?" Elise stiffened, then forced a laugh. "You haven’t changed." "Oh, I have. You just haven’t caught up yet." As she turned away, Clara appeared at her side, whispering, "He’s watching you."

I need this to take the edge off. Elsie is sprawled out on the bed, her hair fanned over the pillows, her legs are spread wide open, her dress discarded on the floor. She is wearing only a sheer, white lace balcony bra which her breasts are threatening to spill out of and the tiniest lacy thong I have ever seen. The heels are still on. Jonathan is stripping off his shirt, exposing abs on abs, he is rockhard. The muscles on his back flex and ripple as he pulls the shirt down and throws it on the floor then begins to unbutton his denims and moves them down his muscular legs, with his boxer shorts.

The knock was soft—hesitant. “Come in.” Elise pushed the door open slowly. She’d changed since class: same navy skirt, but the white blouse was now untucked, sleeves rolled to her elbows. No bra—her nipples pressed visibly against the thin cotton. Her cheeks were already pink. Adrian sat behind his wide oak desk, sleeves rolled, tie loosened, top button undone. The blinds were half-closed, slanting afternoon light across the carpet in golden bars. A single chair waited opposite him.

He allows himself a few swipes of his fingers inside of her bra, before stripping off her shirt and tearing the undergarment from her body, his hands shaking all the while. Once she’s in the nude, whatever remaining manners we were capable of holding onto go straight out the window. “Animals,” she reminds us in a thready whisper. And we fucking pounce. Gabe I’m not sure how Elise lands flat on her back on my bed. Maybe I pulled her, maybe Banks or Tobias pushed her down into the softness, but suddenly I’m kneeling beside her beautiful head, watching as Tobias and Banks shove open her thighs. They get down on their knees in front of her and begin taking turns licking her pussy. All I can do i