Emma St James Nude Novels & Stories

She stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor, and her eyes immediately landed on him. Nathan stood near the edge of the room, his back to her, shirtless and glistening with sweat. The muscles of his shoulders and back rippled as he toweled off, the fabric of his workout shorts clinging to his hips. Emma’s breath caught in her throat. She had seen glimpses of his physique before—the tailored suits he wore left little to the imagination—but this was something else entirely. He was raw, unguarded, and utterly breathtaking.

Emmeline was dressed up to the nines, in her form-fitting turtleneck with her hair softly curled and makeup tastefully done, highlighting the dewy softness of her skin as well as the beautiful blue of her eyes. However, Matteo didn’t spare her a second glance to appreciate her looks. He merely crossed his arms and glared at her impassively. Emmeline’s face turned red when she realized that Matteo was completely naked. Her eyes went lower, and lower, to his exposed manhood which the door barely covered.

He’s against the headboard with one hand behind his head and the other on his crotch, adjusting his pants as his heated gaze never leaves me. I suck my bottom lip, heat spreading through my body at having James watch me like that; with that primal look in his eyes that tells me he’s only seconds away from losing it and positioned like that for me on the bed. Waiting for me. "No. Just the bra. Leave the skirt on." He orders, the raspy voice doing very dirty things to my insides, and I nod slowly before moving my hand behind. I unclip my bra and let it fall from my chest, and I stand before James half-naked. The sound of my heart stuttering reaches my ears and I’m breathing through my nose as

Emma was home alone on a Friday night, or so she thought. The 20-year-old college girl had the house to herself after her mom left for a weekend trip. She wore nothing but a tiny tank top and short shorts that barely covered her round ass. Her stepbrother Jake, 22, had come back early from hanging out with friends. He walked into the living room and froze when he saw Emma bent over the couch, picking up a remote. Her shorts rode up, showing the bottom of her smooth pussy lips.

CASSANDRE I had sworn to remain calm. To remain dignified. To be irreproachable, like a marble statue amid the tumult. A rock of composure, a model of elegance even in the storm. But there are limits. And those limits have just been shattered. It all started with that disgusting noise: the squeaking of the cart's wheels, a metallic, grinding sound that sliced through my skull like a rusty saw. It was her, of course. Always the same. The syrupy nurse, the one who serves me defeat on a platter under a veneer of concern.

" Yeah,I like the view, just how I love it." Miranda shamelessly replied. Listening at her, she sounded perverted. Justin did not like what she said,the first part of the sentence was right, but what did she mean by just how she loves it? Isn't he the first one to be naked Infront of her? Was she all this while pretending to be innocent in his eyes? How many others did she see,or touch! ! This was driving him crazy.

She barely takes a breath before sucking him hard again. I become very aware of Jasmine's tits swelling against my side, with each breath she takes. This is too fucking weird! I can't believe that I'm sitting here holding Jasmine, while voyeuristically watching her ex-boyfriend fuck my date. Amber's intense arousal quickly dispels any inhibitions she had. Tossing her blouse and bra aside, she unzips her skirt and strips off her thong. Completely naked, she lies back on the bench, lifts her knees and spreads her legs invitingly. The moonlight accents the pale, white skin on her teen-sized, tits, which almost disappear when she's lying down. Just her pink eraser-like nipples are visible, pokin

Oh no. James dropped the container on the tile and sprinted out of the bathroom. He took the steps down two at a time. He skidded through the kitchen, right up to the glass, sliding doors. And froze. James' jaw dropped. His heart went from practically bursting out of his chest to flat out dead. Austin was standing up by the picnic table, pants around his ankles. His cousin, the very sexy Jessie, was completely naked. She was on her knees, sucking his cock like it was the tastiest treat she'd ever experienced. Lying on her back under her, Lexi was licking at her cousin's cunt. The three of them rocked back and forth in pleasure.

"What do you want, James? I already sent you the pictures. Isn't that enough?" "Pictures aren't the real thing, Amy," he said, standing up. He moved toward me, his presence filling the room. "I want to see that pussy live. I want to see how it reacts when I touch it." "You're a jerk," I whispered. “Pull off all those things. Baby, let's see how that pussy looks for real.” I didn't want to pull my clothes off, because who makes such outrageous requests? Blackmailers. And that's exactly who James was.

I closed my eyes and let it run down my body. The door suddenly opened. I jumped, covering my tits with my arms. “James! Why did you open the door like that?” He stepped inside, already pulling his shirt off. His eyes were locked on me, dark and hungry. Water was still pouring over my naked body. “I’ve already seen everything, Emma,” he said, voice low. “And trust me… I want you. Bad.” A little wave of jealousy hit me. “You were fucking my mom yesterday. Hard. Now you want me?”