Ella-rae Smith Nude Novels & Stories

He couldn't afford to wait much longer. Lauren nodded. "Alright." … Three days later, when Carter sent someone to pick up Adrian and Arielle from the Ravelle residence, he purposely called Rhea. "Rhea, do you really think you can bring me down with baseless accusations like this? You're seriously underestimating Jamison Group." Rhea didn't even bother to reply. Half an hour later, she received several photos. In the photos, Lauren was overseas, entangled with a man in his 60s on the second floor of a bar. Bold and provocative, she straddled the older man, a sharp contrast to the tearful, fragile act she usually put on around Carter.

Inside was a perfectly rolled joint. “I want to smoke this, get really high, swim in that lake blazed as fuck, and go home at dawn before our parents wake up.” Elias smiled, “Perfect plan.” An hour later, Elias and I were laying floating on our backs in the lake, staring at the stars. The night was clear and miles from any towns, the stars shone brightly through the darkness. However icy the water was, they kept us mesmerised, unwilling to take our eyes off them for a second.

I wasn't able to reconcile how I got from a happy and peaceful soul to a cold-hearted betrayal. The bathroom door opened and Rylee was just standing there, in a skimpy black dress, and a lacy kimono. She looked at me in a strange way, not pitiful, or sad, or... “Rylee?” I smiled, knowing she was up to no good. She was my perfect distraction, but I rather focus on her than anything else. “Let me help you to a scrub and massage while you do your thing.” She winked. Down came her kimono, and her dress and... Nothing! She was freaking nude, her sultry frame before me; firm small boobs, with pink killer nipples, slender waist that made her hips a bit curvy, long pretty thighs. She had this perfec

The silence was soft—Elias’s door shut, the kitchen untouched—but I wasn’t alone. “Arabella Vale,” came a voice from the living room, low and smug and fully awake. There she was. Rhea. Perched on the arm of the couch like she ruled it, hair up in a bun that had definitely seen some action, makeup smudged into sexy war paint. She wore a t-shirt that said God is a woman, and She Moaned, no pants, just lace-trimmed underwear and a wine glass filled to the brim with what I suspected was not her first pour.

It was deliberate. “Lydia,” Damian said, breathless as he pulled back from Ariella’s bare, quivering body. “Come here.” She stood slowly, letting the silk robe slip from her shoulders, pooling around her bare feet. The camera caught everything—her hardened nipples, the flush between her thighs, the heat simmering in her eyes. She stepped over Ariella’s thigh and straddled Damian, facing the blinking lens. And then she smiled. If they were going to watch, she would give them a show they’d never forget.

Kendra came up and wrapped her arm around from the opposite side of me from Bart's wife and the three of us stood there together watching everyone swim. I said, "I'm sorry but in all the confusion back on the porch, I forgot your name." "Carlie Smith." "Carlie, I might as well tell you, beside being a nudist, I am also an exhibitionist. I only found out recently, after I moved here and couldn't stand the heat, that when spike or snake look at my pussy, I get wet down there."

Riley’s moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the studio walls. Elena pulled her fingers free only long enough to strip Riley’s leggings down her legs. Riley stepped out of them, completely naked now, skin flushed and glistening. Elena’s eyes darkened with hunger. She shrugged out of her own leotard in one fluid motion, revealing full breasts with dark nipples and the smooth curve of her hips. A neatly trimmed patch of dark hair framed her glistening sex.

"Ahem Ahem who was it?" She stuck her tongue out childishly. "You. Now let's take selfies." She turned on the front camera and pouted, I smiled too as the pic clicked. "Racheal Smith!" My eyes widened as a fuming Colton stormed towards us in just black swimming shorts. I gulped as I took in his well-defined chest. I knew he worked out but this was just- photoshopped. "Run." Ira whispered, elbowing me. My eyes widened as he neared with a furious expression and I let out a small yelp, starting to run. I had never thought that I would be running from Colton Hastings again, on a beach. Talk about déjà vu.

Emara Stone Rita dropped me home. Exactly at the door of my apartment, but I know she wanted to drop me to my bed. She was waiting for me to call her inside for a coffee or something, but I straight away thanked her and went inside. And locked the door. Savage, I know. I ain't into chicks. Coz I am a chick ;) Also, I have pictures of me and Ethan hanging in our living room. I can't risk my identity. I toss my phone on the bed, remove my clothes, and throw them on the floor, then directly run for a shower. Shower! Oh god.

Ave smirk seductively. " Bye. " Then she walk away. Elara reached the photo and it made her heart broke into pieces. It was a photi of Liam and Ave, in bed. They were both naked and only a blanket covers their naked bodies. Elara bit her bottom lip before she burst into tears. Anna rushed to her and rub her back. " Shhh.. Elara-ah. Don't cry. I know Liam have a good explanation to this. Don't listen to that slut. "