Emma Shore Nude Novels & Stories

Shyness overtook her limbs as Bree remembered the acts she allowed Grayson to perform on her body in the forest. After recalling the different ways he pleasured every part of her anatomy, it gave her the courage to push his door slightly ajar. She had every right to be in his bedroom, but she did not know she would witness the most horrible image Bree had ever seen in her entire life. Marina, naked as the day she was born, body stretched, feet on tiptoes, and her hands reaching up toward Grayson’s neck. The position was so intimate nobody could deny they were getting busy. Grayson was naked. His left hand held Marina’s hands on his neck, while his right caressed her breast.

To my surprise, he simply gave a slight nod, his fingers tightening around mine reassuringly. “We promise,” he said firmly. Ophelia’s features softened somewhat as she regarded us, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Good.” She nodded with a self-satisfied smile and hoisted herself up onto the shore, standing in her full, nude glory on the rocks. Placing her hands on her hips and turning to us with no shame about her naked body being on full display, she grinned theatrically. “I like it here,” she said. “This is better than any expensive resort I could have booked.”

Ten of them. All naked. Nude. Bare. Stripped. I don't even bother reading the message. Instead, I set my phone down and focus on my laptop, pulling up the photos in full screen. I lean closer. I can’t believe it. She’s fucking incredible. The girl’s body is absolutely stunning; her breasts are perky and her pussy is perfectly shaven. My arousal increases as I imagine having her nipples in my mouth. My cock is painfully erect, just at the thought of it.

I released her hands from the shackles of the shirt she wore, with her chest heaving up and down I had a clear image of Naked Eden in front of me, perfectly molded breasts with darkened nipples which are really sensitive and currently hard, her flat torso showed how fit she was and then her thighs, hips and everything between. She was a work out art. She still had her eyes closed trying to catch her breath from the multiple orgasm she just had. I still tasted her in my mouth, her pleasure in my care. I leaned up to her face and studied her face, some of her hair had stuck to her forehead with sweat. “Open your eyes E, come on, look at me.” I directed her softly, her eyes fluttered opened at

Not because he found me even the least bit attractive. Zane: Though my vote will always be no clothes, you have killer legs, you know that right? BTW I wouldn't say no to a few scantily clad pictures - just to get me through the night. I Googled a picture of a marshmallow and edited it to put a bikini top on it then sent it. Zane: I think I just orgasmed. Fallon: There's more where that came from. Zane: Talk dirty to me - wait let me get comfortable - shirt's off, I'm ready, hit me with it.

Sharon told me that she wanted to take a shower and invited me to watch the video and see how it came out. I put the tape in our VCR in the living room, pressed play on the remote and quickly got undressed and sat on the couch. I watched Max come in and get undressed. Sharon was already nude. She must have taken her clothes off before he arrived and met him at the door like that. The first thing she did was position Max so that the camera got a good view of her sucking his cock. As she did, she told Max how much she liked his cock, and how good it felt inside of her.

Their little faces were peaceful, their energy spent from running through cobblestone alleys and devouring way too much gelato. And for the first time in weeks, the house was still. Blissfully still. Emma had just stepped out of the shower, her hair damp and curling at the ends, wearing one of my white shirts that stopped high on her thighs. God, she was beautiful—barefoot, fresh-faced, glowing in the soft villa lighting that filtered in through the tall arched windows. Her skin shimmered slightly from the lavender lotion she always used. She looked like a goddess—earthy and sensual and mine.

Another clip loaded automatically, they were my private compilation, hours of her spliced together from press events, interviews, and a few stolen paparazzi shots I’d paid way too much for. This one was her at the beach fundraiser with Bella, her white bikini was barely containing those full tits, water glistening on her thighs as she stepped out of the surf. The camera caught the way her nipples peaked against the wet fabric. I groaned loud, hips bucking up into my hand. “Fuck, look at you,” I growled. My strokes grew rougher, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. I twisted my wrist on the upstroke, imagining it was her tight little hand instead.

The temptress was suddenly awake. Mike had the water on, nice and warm when the shower door swung open and there stood Emma, stark naked. She was smiling at him as she glanced down at his dick, then slowly back up his body until she regained eye contact. Stepping into the shower with him, she pulled the door behind her and shut it with a click.

She showed me a screenshot on her phone, zoomed in on a picture of a cock, and a lengthy size at that. I swallowed dryly as it reminded me of Adam and how his cock felt inside me. My clit throbbed. “Are you showing us a picture of a penis?” She laughed at herself. “No, silly.” She zoomed out the picture and showed it to me one more time. The picture hit me so hard because it felt too familiar. The pic was a nude one of a man standing on a balcony at a resort, and it was Adam. Chase and I looked at each other again, and my heart suddenly pounded.