Ella-rae Smith Nude Novels & Stories

Marcos wrestles with Cameron, a light tussle that leaves them breathless less than five minutes later. A warm voice cuts through their labored breathing, immediately setting us all on edge. “Are you three done talking about ways you want to fuck me in yet or do I have to wait longer to get what I need?” Aretha stands gloriously naked in front of the ajar bathroom. Her skin glistens faintly from her shower with lingering steam escaping behind her, and there is a smile on her lips but her eyes tell a different kind of story—daring, sultry, and yet trembling at the edges with nerves.

“I guess that I should just get undressed then.” “Yep. Give me your phone and get naked.” She said it so nonchalantly, almost as though being naked with another woman at a pool was no big deal to her. I reached around and untied my bikini and let it fall to the ground. I slipped the bottoms down and stood outside of the pool completely bared to the world, and Laurie began taking pictures. I turned around and gave a few sexy poses, and then bent over to touch my toes as I spread my legs to display my pussy to Laurie and the camera.

If Rae was convinced this creep was cheating on their friend, Ellie was going to do everything she could to expose him. There was nothing she hated more than a cheater. Maybe it was just because of the hell Nolan had put her through, but either way, she wasn’t about to let this guy get away with it. “That’s the guy?” Ellie asked, pointing him out in the crowd. “Yeah, that’s him,” Rae confirmed. “Creep actually showed up.” “Well, that was the plan. What about his mistress? Is she here yet?” “Yeah, she’s over by the pool. I’ve been watching her for the last few minutes,” Rae replied.

Sarah and Rena Gasped. “Excuse me Luna but could you remove your bottoms as well. It seems It extends lower than your waist.” I took off my pants. Fully nude in front of them felt somewhat uncomfortable knowing my scars were in full view. She took a picture for me and told me that I could dress. She handed me my phone and I was shocked.

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.

The car pulled to a smooth stop in front of the Grand Élan Mall—its sleek glass exterior reflecting the buzz of Valemont’s elite, who streamed in and out like it was their private playground. Elara stepped out first, her denim shorts brushing mid-thigh, her top hugging her figure modestly. The nude sandals with the tiny pearls clicked lightly on the polished floor. She looked casual but expensive, the kind of look that said she could afford to not care. Behind her, Damien emerged, jaw clenched, his mood sour.

Lillian vehemently opposed to wearing anything too revealing and opted for a cropped red top which is showing off her midriff and dark skinny, ripped jeans. The active crowd is now dancing to a remix of Feel the Love by Chainsmokers and I wonder if I’m ever going to find Rae or Michael, just when I’m about to give up searching I spot Rae’s vibrant red hair across the room. She has her arms wrapped around a guy with a short buzz cut in the V.I.P section, and both of them are surrounded by a group of people I’m guessing to be her friends. I don’t see Michael but decided to ask Rae when I get to her, grabbing onto the hand of Tamil I drag her along and motion for Lillian to follow.

All I can do was stare at the television and listen to the news. “Oh my God! Is that… Zandra?” Damien’s mom gasped as she held mom’s arm. Mom gasped too. “That’s definitely Zandra Smith. But… What… What happened? Is this true?” On the television, I can clearly see a censored photo of a woman in a lake. It is said that her body was found floating in the water and was recognized as Zandra Smith. No! Fck! What the hell is going on?

{oh, I love these extra-large t-shirts}. I went outside the house as silently as I could and went towards the gym. I witnessed a very surprising and weird scene when I entered the gym. Mia was helping Sarah in the workout, while Matt was doing squats with, I don't know how much weight, Layla was running on the treadmill, and Ellon and Jack were nowhere to be seen, but in all this, the most shocking scene was a very shirtless Ryan struggling in changing the diaper of Ella who is lying on the exercise bench.

Dressed in the skimpiest red bikini she owned, the one that barely covered her nipples and disappeared between her cheeks — Elena spread a large towel on the sand and lay back, letting the sun kiss her oiled skin. She made sure to angle her body toward the horizon where a distant supply boat occasionally passed. Rebellion tasted sweet. She closed her eyes, letting the waves lull her, one hand trailing lazily down her stomach. Her fingers slipped under the tiny bikini bottom, circling her clit slowly as she replayed the memory of Rafe’s fingers inside her two nights ago. A soft moan escaped her lips. “Enjoying yourself, little girl?” Elena’s eyes flew open. Rafe stood at the edge of the palm