Emily Miller Nude Novels & Stories

She opened her mouth to complain, but froze when her gaze landed on the images. It was Milana, riding a man in a cheap brothel room. She blinked, her mind racing for an excuse—she could say she was framed, that it was someone else. But as her eyes frantically flickered from photo to photo, the truth was undeniable. It was all her. Naked. Exposed. In various positions with different men—sometimes multiple men at once. And it was always that same cheap brothel room. Milana froze, her blood turning to ice. She was finished.

I just want to go home and have a rest, being in the same room as she drives me crazy, and I was the one who said no strings attached. “So which sexy blond are you taking home tonight?” Miller asked while I hang over the balcony, my eyes fixed on Emily’s moves. I stared while she was having a great time with her friends, the one guy touching her and talking into her ear, making her laugh. Her ankle is still swollen. She keeps taking her shoe off, rolling her ankle and putting it back on. “What’s her name?” Miller asked, giving me a shot of tequila. I took it out of his hand and look at him with so much anger.

“If that’s what you want, I will give. But you didn’t ask!” “You really think it’s just about sex, huh?” “More than sex, I can give nothing. Even if you undress in front of me, I wouldn’t feel anything because my heart belongs to one she-wolf… Elena…” Emily felt her tears falling down her cheeks. She then stepped back. Without breaking their eye contact, she began removing her racer back top, then her pants… next to her underwear until she was fully naked in front of him.

Everything she had worked for would definitely go down the drain and people would start seeing her like a slut. “Why are you asking me that?” Barbara asked with a shaky voice. “Because I may have a picture of you and a man…naked and considering all what you’ve done to me, the very first thing I plan on doing is publishing it for the world to see”, Emily said with a sincere gaze, but Barbara was not ready to believe it. “How would Emily get a nude picture of her? She had only gone to see Brian yesterday. Wait! Brian… She suddenly stopped thinking as fresh beads of sweats poured out on her face. The document she had signed in the video Emily brought up was in the hotel where she had gone to me

Five minutes later, curiousity had gotten the better of me and I found myself in the alleyway. Emily was there and she had sprawled herself on the bench. Her dress had rose up and she wasn't wearing any panties so I could see her entrance clearly. Her hand was busy rubbing her vagina and I was stunned. She rose her head up and looked at me, a moan escaping her gorgeous lips and then she orgasmed. As she released, she moaned out my name, "Killian, mmh,” and I felt my penis harden again. "Emily, what is this?” I asked. She motioned for me to come closer as she removed her dress and lay naked in front of me. Spreading her legs wider, she pushed my head into her open pussy and tightened her legs

She kept beating herself up ever since her new group revealed their true selves. Emma opened I*******m and saw that Julie and Mila have uploaded new stories on their accounts. She opened Julie's story first and saw a picture of the four girls together, wearing their costumes. They all looked so good, she thought. Emma moved to Mila's story and watched two short videos of her partying with her friends and a picture of her and Blake together. They looked amazing in their matching outfits.

Emelie reclined on the large pillows, relaxing her body for whatever he wanted to do. Her heart pounded in her chest as he brought his hand between their bodies, to the point where the towel was knotted. Suddenly, a sense of fear began to creep into her consciousness at the thought of Carlisle seeing her naked. She hadn't yet had a workout, and she'd eaten only an hour ago. Would he be disgusted with her? But the fear was silenced once he removed the towel in a single motion, and she lay before him, completely exposed.

Emily looked at her with a surprised expression. "The reason why I put out real pictures of you is not to smear you, but because I like your down-to-earth and down-to-earth look, so I want people to see it, and I think They'll love it, too." Emily's face was filled with sincerity. Emily and Wilderness Survival is a joint achievement. The reason she shows off her inappropriate scenes is because she can actually attract the audience more. No one wants to watch a reality show filmed by a female star with a fake appearance.

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.

Though it was a legitimate question, I couldn't help but smile. "Thankfully, not that either," I said. "But it’s like we thought. I just saw pictures of other young girls on Mr. Williams' desktop. He didn't even try to hide it when I came in." "Slow down Mila. What exactly did you see?" she asked me, still holding my shoulders. "They had statistics, descriptions, even their measurements. The girls were half naked for God's sake. It was probably a dating site." Ada didn't speak at first but then she laughed under her breath and smiled knowingly.