Ella-rae Smith Nude Novels & Stories

Aynyra strutted to the water's edge before pulling off her shirt, kicking off her boots and eventually pulling off her pants. Though she had dirt on her skin and scratches up her arm, she was beautiful. Rhae didn't care about any kind of mud, she was in shock and the goddess that stood before her. Beauty incarnate. Aynyra turned and strode into the water, sending soft ripples away from her legs. Rhae's jaw dropped at the perfectly shaped behind that Aynyra possessed. Her back curved in the perfect way, displaying her curved hips and perfect waist. Rhae followed suit, pulling off her own clothes and strolling to the water behind Aynyra.

ELARA I felt a strange mix of excitement and power as Mateo and I walked out to the private pool just half an hour after the rain had finally stopped. The air was still damp and fresh with that clean smell that comes after a storm. I wore a small red bikini that showed a lot of my skin while Mateo was shirtless in black shorts that hung low on his hips. His muscles looked strong and beautiful under the soft sunlight with drops of water still shining on his shoulders and chest from the light rain earlier. I could not stop staring at him. My eyes kept moving over his arms and stomach and the way his body moved when he walked. I reached out and touched his chest with my fingers feeling the warm

Ria folded her arms “I'm hot.” Ella replied shortly. “I'm burning up Nurse Ria, I need to be examined.” “Ella!” But Ella was already taking off her crop tops then sports bra as she tossed it to the side. Her breasts spilling free. She laid back, she hooked thumbs into her shorts and panties together as she slid them down her legs in one smooth motion and kicked them off. She was gloriously and unashamedly naked on the exam bed. Ria couldn't move.

This is between you and me, and I want to see you naked. Laughing, she replied on her phone, As you wish. Then, she opened her blouse, and took a few revealing selfies. All of which she immediately sent to Liam’s phone. From Liam’s phone, she waits a moment, then replies, You are so hot. Much hotter than Aria. Smirking, Joanna replied from her own phone, You want more pictures? From Liam’s phone, Keep them coming. Lowering Liam’s phone again, she began her own little photoshoot, filling her phone full of suggestive and revealing selfies, all of which, she then sent to Liam.

*Nina* "Okay, so we'll start with a lead-in featuring a montage of celebrity photo leaks… you know, Kate Upton, Jennifer Lawrence. Then, we're going to cut to the interview, which will last about three minutes. You guys know how we do things..: just keep the energy up and make it nice and conversational," the host explains. We are preparing for the show about cyber shaming, and leaked nudes and I'm sitting on a couch next to Elijah, getting briefed.

"In the rain. I want him to watch the monitors in the lobby. I’m about to go live for the morning market opening. I want him to see exactly who he threw away." Ten minutes later, Elara stood in the center of the Hamilton Global media room. A small army of makeup artists and stylists had worked miracles on her in record time. She wore a suit of midnight blue silk. Her skin was glowing, her eyes sharp and clear. "Five seconds, Ms. Hamilton," the director whispered. Elara looked into the camera lens. She didn't see a million viewers. She saw Ryan’s face. She saw the way he used to look at her with that mixture of pity and boredom.

🩸**Chapter 66: Taking It All In** Nico lay back against the headboard, the burgundy comforter pooled around his waist, and for the first time since the night began—since the shadows pulled him here—he really *looked*. Not a stolen glance. Not a hurried sweep of eyes during passion. Just… looking. All four of them. Naked. Unhurried. Lit by the low amber glow of the sconces and the dying coals in the fireplace. Elara was closest—propped on one elbow, facing him. Her skin was sun-kissed gold, even in winter, from years riding horses and running wild under Texas skies. Long, lean muscle under soft curves—strong thighs, full breasts with dark nipples still flushed from earlier, the faint silver

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

“I have no idea how his dad even knows my dad. This is going to be awkward as hell.” “Hmm, that’s terrible,” Elara murmured, but her attention was already drifting. She was smiling down at her phone, biting the corner of her lip in that way she did when something juicy caught her eye. Elias leaned over, trying to peek at her screen. “Spill. What’s making you smile like that?” Elara laughed softly and tilted the phone so he could see. The photo showed a very well-endowed guy, shirtless, with an impressive bulge clearly visible in his underwear.

She could feel the surrender. “Take this off,” Rita whispered, tugging at the hem of the t-shirt. With a sob that was half-shame, half-excitement, Nina crossed her arms and pulled the shirt over her head. Her large, pale breasts spilled out, her nipples hard and dark in the dim light of the bedroom. They were perfect. Perfect for Liam. “Good girl,” Rita murmured, a triumphant, sick smile on her face. “Now get in bed with me. Wait for him. And when he gets here, you spread these beautiful legs and you give him what he needs. Give him what I can’t.