Emma Olivia Robinson Nude Novels & Stories

Now, we were inside the house with the door locked. Olivia had dropped the robe. It pooled on the ground around her. Underneath it she was wearing a very thin flowing dress. The dress was so thin that it left little to the imagination. I suddenly recalled what I had found so attractive about her in the first place. She was a top contender among the most beautiful women I ever fucked. And she wasn’t going to let me forget it. Her long blonde hair flowed over the front of her dress in seductive waves. I had a sudden urge to push it away and reveal what was underneath.

She stood there, her heavy, natural breasts fully exposed to this young man. With his nod, she hooked her fingers into her pyjama bottoms and pulled them down. Olivia didn't have underwear on, and once she had kicked them away, she stood completely naked. Her shaved, dripping wet pussy was being seen by a man that was definitely not her husband. Leon stood up quickly enough that Olivia tensed up by his movement. He stood in front of her, and she felt the heat from his body radiate against hers. As his right hand moved up, Olivia stared at it as if in slow motion.