Emilia La Tuca Nude の小説・ストーリー

“Over this girl you would do this? What’s so special about her? Is her pussy that tight?” “It is and it feels like heaven too. Now hurry up and apologize to her before I change my mind.” She walked toward me hesitantly and mumbled an apology, but Emilio wasn’t satisfied. He pushed her on her knees and forced her to look at me. When she refused to apologize, he pointed his gun at Luca. “He’s losing consciousness. Another hole and he will die. He won’t even have a few minutes. It will only take seconds.” “I’m sorry, Chiara. I shouldn’t have barged in here to intimidate you.”

My feet are rooted to the floor. The woman makes another sound of pleasure, and this time her head tilts a little further back, giving me a glimpse of the side of her face. A gasp catches in my throat as I recognize her - Emilia Torres. Star of Cataclysm: Earth. One half of Hollywood's hottest - and recently engaged - couple. I can't believe I walked in on her and Luca Fontaine going at it. The premiere must have gone very well. But as Emilia shifts again, I catch a glimpse of the man between her thighs and suddenly my world goes cold.

It was only then he noticed that Emilia was naked. "Damn! Does this woman always been like this, every time she's drunk?" Aiden did his best to avert his gaze from the tempting snow mountain in front of him. He wanted to feel those breasts that seem like big enough to grab with his two hands. Emilia licked her fingers while looking at Aiden's abdomen. The skin stretched across his muscles so tightly she feared her nails might tear it, so when she reached out, she did it so gently, using the pads of her fingers to trail a path along the labyrinth of ridges. Aiden breathed roughly as a reaction to her touch. He clenched his hands into a fist to control himself.

"He would never do that. In fact, he frowns against such acrimonious behavior... Why should he when the entire women in this pack and across would kill to have him by their side? Why ask?" Emilia shook her head, looking down at her white palm. "I-Nothing. I was wondering why I slept over and-and woke up naked... I didn't remember removing my clothing or getting in bed with him. So..." She trailed off. The girl giggled into her palm like any of what Emilia said was humorous. Emilia glared at her and she quickly cleared her throat and balanced her facial expression. "I beg your pardon, Ms, It's just that you are very lucky, so I find it amusing that you think he would do that..."

With that in mind, she slid down his body and took hold of the hem of his tunic. “I will take your mind off your worries for now.” She bunched the material up to his waist exposing his naked half to her gaze, she brushed her hand against his cock and smiled slightly at his sharp intake of breath. “I will do something I never once did for Seumas.” She sank down on her knees and took him into her mouth. “My lady, you should wear this cloak, the night is cold.” Emilia half- mindedly collected the cloak from Ilena’s hand and swung it around her shoulders. Ilena held the door to the servants’ passage open for her.

She had never seen Marco naked before, and she couldn't help but wonder what he looked like. When Marco emerged from the bathroom, Emilia's eyes widened in shock. He was dripping with water, his broad chest and muscular arms on full display. Emilia's eyes locked on Marco's, and she felt a surge of desire. She licked her lips, feeling a sense of nervousness. Marco's eyes glinted with amusement. "Do you want me to catch you, or do you want me to eat you tonight?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Emilia's face went bright red as she turned and fled into the bathroom. She emerged a few minutes later, her hair wrapped in a turban and her body dripping with water.

He’d positioned himself between my thighs so I couldn’t refuse him by closing my legs. I felt heat pool in my groin as Lucas released my wrists with a command to keep your hands there, as he propped himself, so he hovered over me. My neck felt cold as he withdrew and shifted his weight back, so he sat on his heels. His now free hand ran over my breast before he undid the front clasp with ease. I’d gained a bit of weight back over the summer and my now ample bust sprang free from the bra. I heard Lucas inhale deeply as my taunt nipples were revealed. I cried out again as he took one of them in his mouth while his fingers tweaked the other. I couldn’t help myself as my hands moved from their p

“Like this?” They all looked down at me. “Raise the shirt up,” Emilio instructed, “show us your body.” I pinched the seam of the shirt, sliding it up my skin slowly. My pale thighs were exposed first, and I spread open, showing them my wet pussy. “I knew you were a little slut Lyla,” Emilio breathed, coming close to stand next to me. I looked up at my demon, craving his touch. “What do you want from us?” “Suck my tits,” I said, locking my lips. Emilio grinned. “Very well.”

Morgan, it might be her sister. Emma and Alex tracked Lila to a small art gallery in Portland. They approached her cautiously, explaining the situation in hushed tones. Lila was skeptical at first, her arms crossed defensively, but as Emma spoke about the danger to her family and the horrors hidden within The Collective, something shifted in Lila’s eyes. "I haven’t spoken to Eliza in years," Lila admitted, her voice soft. "But if she’s mixed up in this, I’ll help you. Just… promise me you’ll keep her safe."

But she wasn’t alone. Luca stood at the far end, studying one of the paintings with his hands folded neatly behind his back. His posture was impeccable, his black suit pressed sharp, his silver watch gleaming under the sunbeams that cut through the glass. When his eyes shifted to her, his expression was mild, polite. Almost too polite. “Miss Emilia,” he said, inclining his head slightly. “Forgive me. I didn’t mean to intrude.” Her instinct told her to walk away. But curiosity rooted her in place.