Emily Jane Nude Novels & Stories

Emily stripped off her nightgown, scratching her breasts as she went into the bathroom to pee, pulling her panties down and off, leaving them on the floor. "Naia?" She called. There was a splash from the tub. Wiping and flushing, Emily walked to the tub where Naia waited, her breasts bobbing along the surface of the water. "Good morning, lover." Naia moved away from the edge, allowing Emily to enter. Emily sank into the warm water, letting out a loud sigh. "Did you sleep well?"

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.

Some guys shifted, trying to hide growing bulges in their pants or jockstraps. Emily stopped in the center of the room, right under the harsh fluorescent lights. She ran her hands down her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing them so her hard nipples poked obviously through the fabric. “I know you’ve all jerked off thinking about me. The perfect little cheer captain. Well… tonight I’m not so perfect anymore.”

The one empty at 11PM except for the distant hum of the city. Marcus pulled over in a dark spot between two trees. He opened the back door and pulled her out by the collar. Jax stayed in the truck, door cracked, phone out, recording. Emma stood there in the moonlight, completely naked except for the collar and the ring, plugs still deep inside her. Her belly hung low, tits leaking steady streams down her stomach, pussy and ass still twitching around the silicone.

"Frankly, Emberly was reluctant to follow Ryan's orders as she wouldn't earn as much money without the pass. " "No one would complain about having too much money, and someone like her especially needed more money to feel secure as cash was the most reliable companion one could have." "Then, Ryan glared at her coldly and said, ""A photo? I only have her nude photos, do you want to see it?""" "Oh… it's fine then, you can enjoy the pictures on your own." Emberly stuttered when she heard Ryan's words while Mango narrowed her eyes. Her nude photos?

Just shadows and soft moonlight filtering through the tall windows. She went straight to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and poured herself a glass of lemonade. The cold glass pressed reassuringly into her palm. She closed the fridge door. “Ah!!!” Emily nearly dropped the glass. Charles was standing there topless. He leaned lazily against the counter, relaxed and utterly shameless, holding a small pint of vanilla ice cream. A spoon was already in his mouth. He looked like he had stepped straight out of a sinful dream. Before she could scream again, his hand came up and gently covered her mouth.

It always gave me so much pleasure to be naked under dressed as it turned Alec on. “My turn!” Emmy ran in here with her hair still in the curlers but she was already half naked. “Too bad I don’t have my camera!” I laughed and gave her some privacy. “Camera for what?” Jasper walked in wearing a black tux with deep blue tie. “Emmy’s appearance resemebles her life before you.” “What do-” Jasper stopped mid sentance when Emmy walked out in the most amazing midnight blue dress. “You look fucking amazing!” I said in shock. How Emmy took he hair down and pinned it back so her back wouldn’t be hidden was beyond me. She was literally in that closet for three minutes.

He wished he had done better. “Oh… my ex–best friend, you seem so shocked to see me, aren’t you?” Zevara sneered. “How evil can you be, Nina? You even went as far as bringing my mother into this.” Her blazing eyes darted around the room. “Where is she? Where is that woman?” Just then, the door opened and Evans led Emily inside. She was dressed in a short bodycon dress, her hair disheveled and her makeup smeared, her heels clutched in her hand. She looked like she had been fucked all night.

Nothing halfway. She closes her eyes, trembling more and more, and I feel the crack grow. Alexandre slides his hand over mine, discreet but firm: I am not alone. His gaze encourages me to continue, to not let go. — I… she finally whispers, her voice broken by emotion. It’s… someone I… I didn’t want you to know… it was… I couldn’t say no… My breath becomes heavier, my eyes capturing every detail: clenched hands, bitten lips, a fleeing gaze. Lucas almost silently revels in it, but his role is clear: amplify the discomfort, test Tania’s resilience.

My eyes caught it before I could stop myself. Emily was sprawled on the bed, her blonde hair a tangled mess, with her red satin dress hiked up around her hips. Some guy—sweaty, balding, pants around his knees—was on top of her, thrusting like his life depended on it. Her blue eyes were half-lidded, mouth open, letting out those grating moans while her nails raked his back.