Ellen Greene Nude Novels & Stories

Eagerly, I flip to the second page, but what I find shatters me. It’s Georgia. She’s sitting on a lounge chair by a pool, her bikini top untied, her back to the camera, but she’s looking over her shoulder with a smirk that is anything but "innocent." What the fuck? My fingers tremble as I flip again. Georgia in a wet white oversized dress shirt, transparent and sticking to her skin, her nipples very well visible. Georgia sleeping, her lips parted. Georgia in a bathtub, bubbles barely covering her naked skin, laughing at the lens.

Wren threw her hand up against the flashes of the camera at first, until she then noticed Grace in the doorway with a bulky camera pressed to her face. “Grace, what the hell?” Wren laughed. Grace lowered the camera and grinned wickedly. “Come on, give me something…like a power pose.” Wren rolled her eyes but played along and shifted on the couch. She had her chin up and shoulders back, then started to make different poses for Grace who pressed the shutter non stop. “Now, give me sultry ceo,” Grace said. “Sultry? Seriously?” “Work with me, Austin. Channel your inner diva.”

Jake stripped down to his boxers next, the outline of his cock thick and pressing against the material, hard enough that it tented obviously, and he adjusted himself without shame, grinning at me as he did. Tom lost his shirt on the following turn, pulling it off to reveal his chiseled chest and abs, sweat already beading on his skin from the warmth building in the room, his pants low on his hips showing the V of muscle leading down. Lena ended up down to her bra and thong, bending over to pour another round of shots, her ass cheeks fully on display, round and firm, the thong string disappearing between them, and I could not help staring, my mouth watering at the sight.

Granger said with a grin. "You heard the man," Slade said. "Strip down." His authoritative tone sent a quiver through her. She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, then reached around behind her and unfastened her bra. Slowly, she let it drop to the floor, then she unzipped her skirt and pushed it down. She wore no panties, so she now stood before them totally naked, her nipples peaking. She could feel their heated gazes gliding over her.

She followed the sound to an open bedroom door and stopped dead in her tracks. Mr. Lorenzo was sitting on the edge of his bed, completely naked. His muscular body was tense with pleasure. One strong hand was wrapped around his thick, hard cock, stroking it slowly. His eyes were glued to his phone. On the screen, Elena recognized one of the videos she had posted on I*******m last month—her in a tight top, dancing playfully at a friend’s party, her breasts bouncing with every move. He was jerking off to her.

The well-defined curves, wrapped in alabaster skin and perfumed with refinement, were something that made the man's mind freeze. Aaron was accustomed to beauties, to loveliness, and perfect bodies. However, seeing Elena completely naked, he realized that nothing he had seen before would be comparable. Elena felt weak as she was worshipped by Granger's lips. Her skin burned, despite the cold provided by the air conditioner. The nuances of their bodies in the dark room were beautiful, akin to a movie scene. Perhaps a movie wouldn't suffice to represent the fire emanating from them, the desire that wouldn't be quenched while they were clothed.

She was shivering from the coldness of the water and the chilly breeze grazing her skin, causing her pink, tiny nipples to peek through her nightgown. Without saying a word, Leonardo and his henchmen stood in the dark, alertly observing Gianna. They scrutinized her from head to toe in her damp nightgown; her transparent nightgown clanged against her body, highlighting the curves of her slender physique. Her pink nipples puffed out against the thin fabric of her nightgown, which left no doubt that she wasn't wearing any bra.

He unbuttoned his shirt, took off his belt, and let his pants fall, revealing his white underwear. “You don't understand do you?” He placed his thumbs on its elastic, biting his lower lip. For a second, Lyla felt her selfless thought gets interrupted by the heat his body was emitting. He was so hot. But that wasn't her focus at the time. “The thing is — I'd love to be painted as well. Nude” he said and slowly took down his underwear. Lyla's mouth dropped. She was lost in time, only getting herself the moment Janet joined Grey in the cubed stand. She watched as he lay on his sides, supporting his head with his palm and his elbow properly balanced on the stand.

She is a glamorous and very attractive blonde, taller than most, wearing heels, tight black leather slacks and a matching leather top with the zip open enough to highlight her cleavage. “I have heard lots of good things about you two,” she tells us in a husky voice as she smiles and repeats, “lots of good things.” “And I hear that you are hung and thick, Jerry,” Lena taunts as she runs her hands over his naked tanned torso, then teases his nipples with her fingernails. I am determined to heighten Jerry’s sexual enjoyment and pleasure as well as mine as I get Lena’s attention by walking in a circle around her to flaunt my naked ass.

he demanded. Having fully understood the purpose of the room she was in, Lila had worn the bare minimum today. It took no time to remove her crop top and toss it toward the door, followed by her sneakers and black yoga pants. She was horribly shy about standing before the wolf of her dreams in the nude, but that had everything to do with Thorne and his lurid gaze and not all that much to do with the nudity itself.