Emma Norton Nude Novels & Stories

Right now I wished we had missed everything. I sat in the middle chair, fingers hovering over the keyboard like they had a mind of their own. My eyes were glued to the screen, but my stomach was somewhere on the floor. There she was—Nina—completely naked except for those stupid diamond waist beads and the heels that made her legs look endless. She was kneeling in front of the open drawer, holding that thick black dildo like it was a live grenade. Her face… God, her face. Wide eyes, jaw slack, trying so hard to stay calm while her cheeks burned red.

I quickly washed the soap from my face, thinking it was an emergency, and rushed out completely naked. Immediately, what greeted me was the full scene of Ann in the nude. Her breasts were erect from the cold, her belly flat. Her neatly groomed flesh was exposed, hips curved perfectly, legs slim. Her body was covered in goosebumps. I found myself licking my lips without thinking. I looked down, my dick was already hard. God knew how hungry I was. Still, I had to keep my cool. Me: "What's up? Why'd you call me?" Ann: "I wanted to ask which clothes I could wear. I washed my panties and bra, plus the shirt you gave me, while I was bathing."

Not only journalists but heiress of other families also pulled out their phones to capture a slight glimpse of cold and alluring beauty. His cold gaze swept across all the journalist and guest, forcing them to retreat backwards. To their surprise he held out his hand and a small slender hand was elegantly put on his large palm. Golden heels landed on floor and pale legs were visible to everyone. They all look earnestly to be the first to glimpse at the lady who managed to appear with Damien Romano. With an elegant smile, Athena made her way out of car and intimately wrapped her hands around Damien's arm. She wore a emerald green below knee length off shoulder gown. Rownd diamond earrings dan

Millie stopped in front of it, staring at the rippling surface, trying to steady her breathing. Behind her, Nina lingered silently until she was approached by someone. Millie turned her head to look. It was the same woman she’d noticed earlier during dinner—the older one in the sheer, elegant gown that clung to her curves like liquid silk. Beside her stood the young man, now completely naked. His lean, toned body gleamed under the lantern light, and Millie’s gaze unwillingly dropped to his exposed cock. He smirked, seemingly unfazed by her obvious discomfort. Her cheeks burned as she quickly looked away, her attention snapping back to the fountain.

"Okay. Do you want on-location or at the studio set?" Ingrid couldn't hide her excitement. "On-location sounds nice." Cade turned to Noah, who was behind him, with a grin. "Noelani, do you want a new nude photo?" Ingrid looked at her boss. "You have a nude photo, sir?" she asked, smiling. "I wasn't nude," Noah said, embarrassed, narrowing his eyes at Cade. "Why did I let you guys convince me back then?” "He was wearing skimpy swimwear," Cade told Ingrid. "The picture is on my I*******m; do you want to see it?"

He doesn’t blink. My fingers don’t feel like mine as I pull the file closer. The cardboard edge scrapes against my skin. I flip it open. There are photographs. Not one or two. Hundreds. My breath catches so hard it hurts. Adrian with Emma... Adrian smiling in a way I haven’t seen in months, his eyes soft, his posture relaxed, like he belongs there. Adrian’s hand around her wrist. Adrian’s mouth near her neck. And in every single one… Emma is naked.

" No..no… that isn't –" " Isn't you? Why? You don't remember this?" Mrs Steele interrupted and broke out into a mocking laugh. " You didn't know when you were busy with three fully fledged men? You suddenly forgot your wild days?" Emma was dumbfounded. She struggled to breath as she took in the scandalous photo before her. It was a picture of her. Totally naked with three equally naked men. The worst part of this was that her face and sex were the main focus of the photo. The other three participants were anonymous as the photo captured only their lower male organs, naked and erect.

Clara then turned to me and asked formally in a loud clear voice, "Aimie, do you wish to be our entertainment this evening? If so, you can symbolically display your acquiescence by removing your robe." I felt all the eyes of the room upon me at that point, and felt the palpable hush as everyone awaited my decision. I was glad that I did not have to answer verbally, since my throat tightened as the moment of truth had arrived. My fingers shook slightly as they fumbled with the knot I had placed in the robe's belt. As the knot parted, I slowly pulled the robe open and off of my shoulders, and let it drop. The soft material pooled at my feet. Lifting my chin, I raised my arms and placed my hand

Carla asked as she stared at the lady I had behind bars. "Yeah Alec, you sure you've got the right person, I mean did your men confirm if she was really the person from last night?" "What's going here?" Carla asked staring at me. "Is she a Nun?" Peter asked, furrowing his brows. I stared angrily at the lady behind bars. She looked exactly as the lady from the cctv record I got this morning. How dear she pretend to be a saint dressed like a Nun to get away with what she did? She was sitting on a chair, her hands were tied behind the chair and her mouth was covered with a tap.

Ain’t nobody here to impress. I padded barefoot down the hallway, head still throbbin’ with every step, and pushed open the kitchen door. Emma was standing at the stove completely naked. Butt-ass naked. Her heavy titties swaying free. She moved around the kitchen like it was the most normal shit in the world—hips switching, spoon in hand, humming to herself. And right next to her? Sophia. She had on a tiny tank top and shorts that ain’t leaving much to the imagination, choppin’ vegetables fast on the counter.