Emily Rose Nude Novels & Stories

The sun filtered through the curtains, making the room feel warm and lazy, like anything could happen. Roseanne was stuck between my thighs, forcing me to take nude pics of her so she could send to her asshole boyfriend named Jake. She laughed at me, flashing her teeth as she struck another pose. Fingers pressing hard against her left nipple while her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

The office doors banged open and Ryan stood in the doorway. He looked miserable with his shirt untucked and messy hair. His eyes widened as he took in the scene with his father's trousers open, cock still wet and hanging standing between Emily’s spread thighs. Emily, naked except for the torn blouse draped over her shoulders with her legs dangling off the desk, cum leaking steadily from her swollen pussy onto the polished surface. Her breasts heaving, lips red and swollen and her hair wild. Victor straightened slowly and tucked himself away. Emily didn’t move to cover herself. She met Ryan’s stare head-on with a raised brow.

The places where she can't bear his touch making it more difficult for him as well. He was sitting on his knees near the bathtub dipping both hands inside the water and the long contact with the water already made him a little wet. He suddenly touched her valley of stiff part and her change of posture splash water all around. Resulted made his white shirt wet and translucent to stick to his torso. "I am sorry." Rose almost stood up from the bathtub in embarrassment but realizing her nude body and intimate atmosphere she again slips inside the water. Alex was holding himself for long and knew that Rose also want the same but couldn’t able to initiate.

Emily says, her voice is light and teasing and from a woman I would think that she is teasingly flirting with me but I doubt Emily would do that, then she looks down into the hot tub and no matter how much I try to hide it the fact that I’m naked is obvious. “Are we finally allowed to be naked in the hot tub?” She asks noticing my nakedness and when I can’t find the words to reply she quickly starts to pull off her bikini starting with the top that once off reveals her budding breasts and pointy pink nipples. With zero hesitation she shimmies out of her bikini bottoms revealing a small sprinkling of light pubic hair. “Oh, that is so much better.” She says with a soft moan that sounds purely

“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.

"And no shower afterwards." A low growl rumbled in Rosette's throat. He knew she hated the feeling of being unclean at the start of the day. But right now, she was so wound up, so utterly captivated by him, that she would do anything he asked. She stalked into the bedroom, naked and utterly enthralled, her mind already buzzing with ways to tease him. Two outfits lay neatly on the bed, a stark reminder that Emily was here. Kyle saw them at the same time she did, and a flicker of apprehension crossed her mind. Their private time, she feared, was over.

Curious, she walked nearer to the place, seeing the two maids that stood near each other. Rose raised her brows when she saw the familiar maid whom had openly show her aggressiveness toward her, named Emily standing beside another maid. "Please, why do we need to shush? I was saying what I see is correct. She was such an ugly little being, can't you imagine? Blonde greasy hair, freckled, dry skin and dull complexion! She looks nothing that can be related as beautiful." Rose pulled her golden hair to the side, raising her eyebrows.

The girl had her own madness passing on her countenance. “I don’t want to Elena, unless you make me.” Softness bounced on her tone and her eyes intentionally fell on my body. A short towel which wasn’t tight, wrapped on my chest. Emily stepped forward and her next comment had thrown me off board. “You have a beautiful body Elena…” the tiny fingers of her’s traced on the edge of the towel and immediately I caught her hand knowing that she was going to yank it off. “Permit me to see your body…” The towel came off, having me naked.

She shook her head, an expression of absolute disdain. My hand inadvertently went to the area just above my hip. "I didn't know you'd seen it." "Hard to miss, girlie. Noticed the sexy rose one day when you were stocking the top shelf. I figured where you'd gotten it." Emily nudged me, trying her best to cheer me up. "Bad girl suits you."

Dropped her on the bed—her mother’s bed—sheets still smelling faintly of Claire’s lavender. Mark stood over her a second, breathing hard, eyes black. “Strip,” he ordered. Emily’s hands flew to the hem of her tank top. She yanked it off—no bra underneath. Her breasts spilled free—nipples dark pink, painfully erect. She shoved leggings and underwear down in one motion, kicking them away. Naked. Spread. Dripping onto the comforter. Mark’s gaze raked over her like a physical touch—breasts, stomach, the trimmed patch above her swollen pussy lips already glistening.