Emilia Torres Nude Novels & Stories

Margarette left the story of how Ellaine’s voice distracted the serious Finrod unsaid. It drew the concern of the Queen. She roamed her eyes over Finrod’s body in search of cuts and wounds. “I’m fine sister.” “He was scratched with poisoned claws due to his carelessness,” Ellaine blurted before she realized what she did. She blushed in shame. “Your highness.” The Queen turned to her, “What’s your name?” “My name’s Ellaine, Queen Aera.” She can’t meet the queen’s eyes due to shame. “You were on Earth with my brother?”

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…

It looked way too false. This might just be the kind of smile she will be wearing from now on, no thanks to you. I shut my subconscious mind down and dropped the picture on my table like it burned. I was just about to ring for one of my men to get a reply ready for him when my door opened and Emilia walked in. She was dressed in one of those skirts of hers— the kind that hugs her body and leaves little to the imagination— and she had on a white crop top that stopped an inch above her belly button so her skin was exposed from her belly button down to her waist where the red skirt stayed.

I said, quickly ending the call. I swiped to my messages and waited several agonizing seconds for it to load. Finally … after all these years, there she was … my sweet Emilia. I finally had a picture of her. She was still breathtaking, still my perfect vision. I absentmindedly stroked the screen over her hair, trying to remember it's softness, it's tart scent. She was a goddess and my cock stirred, tightening my pants. Felix was suddenly awake and I felt his eyes shutter mine, trying to see the picture as well.

This can't be true. My hands trembled as I held onto my phone tightly. There is absolutely no way that it is the same Rowan she was referring to. There is no way she would be talking about my husband, Rowan Sinclair. There is absolutely no way that Rowan would go back to her after all that she did to him. I refuse to believe it!. I stared back into the video and watched closely even though I was disgusted by the sight in front of me. Emilia was on top of him as she moved in rhythms. I watched as he grabbed her ass, guiding it where he wanted it to be.

Emilia gasped, her hands rising slightly as though to catch the sight in her palms. “This is… beautiful,” she whispered, more to herself than to me. She stepped forward quickly, her shoes crunching against the grass, and then—without hesitation—she slipped them off and dipped her bare feet into the water. Her shoulders relaxed instantly, her entire body seeming lighter as the ripples spread around her ankles. She turned, smiling, her eyes alight. “Come,” she called. I stood rigid, my arms crossed. “No.” Her nose wrinkled in mock displeasure. “What do you mean, no?”

“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.”

His voice, cold as the heart of winter, cut through the charged air as he demanded, "Why are you in this place? I didn't call you." Emily's smile, as enigmatic as the secrets she held, graced her lips as she rose from the edge of the bathtub. Her movements, bathed in sensuality, were deliberate as she pulled down her dress, allowing it to cascade to the floor. The room bore witness to her naked beauty. Her nude figure stood before Francisco, her allure intensified by the dim, sensuous lighting of the bathroom. Her alluring bosom, adorned with taut buds that defied the constraints of modesty, caught the ambient light and shimmered with a beguiling glow.

It wasn’t Eve. Opening my eyes, I caught Emilia’s reflection in the glass, her lips curling into a knowing smile. I stiffened and stepped out of her reach. She was completely naked before me, her big boobs perky and inviting but still not catching my attention. "What are you doing, Emilia?" She let out a soft laugh and closed the distancebbeteeen us again, bringing her hand softly to my rod and rubbing against it gently. “What’s wrong, Stefan?” She bit her bottom lip and fluttered her lashes at me in an attempt to seduce me.

Emilio responded. Betty felt guilty and kept quiet and faced Emilio as she thought deeply. "I have never done this before but it's okay I have to," She said to herself. Emilio moved and held her hips she stood and raise her hands Emilio realized and removed her tight blouse her boobs hangs attractively Emilio kissed and Betty almost screamed Emilio removed her skirt and she fell off bed slept facing up Emilio landed on her and kissed her lips Betty kissed him back Betty's body was very gentle Emilio enjoyed caressing her Betty groaned in pleasure Rita held Emilio's penis and rubbed on her clitoris Emilio groaned in pleasure Emilio removed her pant and held her to fucked Betty yelled.