Emilia La Tuca Nude Novels & Stories

She asked in her thoughts. She knew that he had seen her, so there wasn't much she could do, she ran into the house immediately and at once she transformed back into her human form. Lucas followed her into the house. Yet again his eyes was graced with her nakedness. He gulped his saliva in a form of nervousness and self-control. On Emilia's face, there was this hidden smirk that was plastered on it, but Lucas couldn't see it because her back was faced to him. Emilia had used her nakedness effectively, yet again…

Luca chatted nonstop as he drew, while Emilia focused intently, her little brow furrowed in concentration. “Papa,” Luca said, holding up a messy picture of a dragon. “Do you like it?” I grinned. “I love it, buddy. That’s a very fierce dragon.” Emilia stayed quiet, her small hands moving carefully across the paper. I didn’t want to disturb her, so I kept reading, content just to be near them. After a while, she stood, clutching a piece of paper to her chest. Her cheeks were pink as she walked over to me.

“I—I don’t know. The boss, another man… and some stupid kid named Luca.” Nora stilled instantly, something unreadable flickering behind her eyes. “I know the Luca he’s talking about,” she muttered under her breath. “Who- “Fucking bite down!” Emilia’s voice tore through the room, dragging our attention back to her. She was gripping something that looked like information, clearly extracted and forcing the mam in front of her to clamp his teeth down on the edge of the tub she had been using to drown him. The moment his teeth locked onto the tub, Emilia lifted her foot and slammed it forward, driving it hard into his head.

He could put on rags and still make it look like a clothing for the runway. Emilia was dressed in a purple summer dress that stop at the middle of her thighs paired with black flats to compliment. Her hair was let down today, dancing with the wind. Like Liam, she also had a pair of sunglass but hers was used as a band for her hair. “ Of course Lucia.” Emilia replied Lucia with a huge smile on her face. Liam was at the side talking to his father. It looked like they were having a serious conversation but Emilia decided not pry too much.

~Adrian~ I leant on Emilia's doorway and watched her towelling her hair. Her door was slightly opened when I appeared, and I just decided to stare for a bit. Droplets of water dripped down her hair, and that was when I realised she had just had her bath. She was putting on a pink robe with the rope stashed at the front. I saw clearly her round-shaped butt from the way the robe fitted on her body. Emilia was the perfect figure for a wife and for Luna. She was extremely beautiful, soft-spoken and nicely shaped.

Before dragging her and pushing her on the bed, she bounces on it and I climb on top her and when our sexes are finally at the same point I push into her in one thrust. “Luca, damn you’re good, harder”, she screams as I pump in and out, thrusting harder till I feel her stiffen and then she goes off screaming my name but I don’t let out, I keep going till I finally feel my own climax and then I groan as I let out my seed into the plastic. ”That was great” Emilia says helping me to pull off the plastic, “But I didn’t get to lick you up”, she says as she goes down on me.

Delilah repeated with a tight smile. "Oh, I think you'll make it," Emilia said softly. "And if you say no, I’ll start a rumor.” She leaned in close enough that only Delilah could hear. "And then people will start asking the right questions about that little tantrum I threw. About whose underwear it really was. About which desperate little slut leaves her panties lying around like breadcrumbs. Soon they’ll put the pieces together. And you don’t want to experience what the public will do to a blood sucking home-wrecker”

"Do-ing what? "That thing with your hands," he said, miming. "And don't even think I didn't notice you clutching your stomach earlier. What's going on, Emilia?” Her eyes flashed wide for just a moment before she looked away, her jaw clenched. "Nothing," she said hastily. Too hastily. Luca moved closer, his eyes narrowing. "You're a horrible liar, you know that?” "I'm not lying," she said, but her voice wasn't quite there in conviction.

Luca and Emilia Luca: Emilia. Emilia: Why does this sound threatening already? Luca: I gave Sienna a key. Emilia: Emilia: WHAT. Luca: Relax. Emilia: Luca Moretti just handed a woman a penthouse key and told ME to relax? Luca: It was practical. Emilia: Oh my God you used the practical voice. Luca: She kept forgetting her keys. Emilia: So naturally you emotionally collapsed into domesticity.

As if to prove my point, he’s got me trapped between him and the table, with his hands holding my hips. Emilia was basically purring at his touch. ‘I say lock that door and let’s finish what he started in the elevator. Just imagine what he could do with that tongue if he unleashed it on our pussy.’ Emilia was practically panting as she painted the picture in my mind. I clenched my jaw, trying to stop these vivid images of Alec on his knees with his head buried between my legs with that talented tongue of his teasing my most intimate area. ‘You want it. Just admit it, and then we can have it. Alec will probably happily oblige.’ Emilia suggested.