Emma Taylor Nude Novels & Stories

“And why are you half naked?” She finally noticed that Taylor was clad in nothing but a towel, droplets of water glistening on his sculpted physique. For a moment, she lost all focus! How can there be such a perfect body? “Hey! Stop looking at my chest and answer me!” Taylor said through gritted teeth. Then, it seemed as though realization had finally dawned on him. He asked, “I know you. You were the one who bumped into me last Friday. Did you stalk me after meeting me for the first time?”

"It's about what we have. I don't want anything to leak to the media." "Why?" he asked, coming out of the bathroom. "There will be many unpleasant articles, and at the moment, I don't want to get involved in that," Emeraude explained, putting on high-waisted black pants. "You know I can't stop all the stories that come out. I can assure you nothing will come from my mouth," he assured her, putting on underwear and grabbing shorts. "Okay," she agreed, smiling slightly. With a black crop top that reached her belly, leaving a small part exposed, Emeraude grabbed a white lace coat and put it on top. She went back to the bathroom and started applying light makeup. She didn't wet her hair, which w

His hands stopped, changed direction, and swept down over her ass. “No underwear,” he commented. Emma could feel the smirk against her skin as he continued to kiss and nibble on her neck. “Let me look at you.” His hands skimmed up her waist, taking the fabric of the t-shirt with him. When his hands ran over her breasts, they both moaned. When his hands didn’t stop, but continued up, Emma leaned back and raised her arms to let him pull the t-shirt off her. For the first time, Emma was nude in front of a man. A blush settled on her face as Bane let his eyes and hands roam over her body.

But her voice is tight, and her nails dig into the little Chanel clutch in her lap. I hum. "Okay." Another photo. This one lands on the table with a soft slap. "Oh… look at that." I tap the image with one finger. "Seems trying to kill me is doing wonders for Richard’s physique." Emma’s eyes widen. She can’t stop herself from looking, and there it is, the flicker of horror. Richard, naked, muscles slick with sweat, wrapped around Ivy like she’s oxygen. "Must be tough," I murmur, "finding out your man has zero loyalty. Trust me, I know the feeling."

But there was no way that she would suspect that her boyfriend was being impersonated. “Fuck,” Emma inhaled deeply and placed her phone on the bed. She stood to her feet and began removing her clothes one after the other. Once she was naked, she began having doubts again about the decision. “I'm doing this because I love him and there's nothing wrong in sending my pictures to him. I know Liam and he's so trustworthy,” Emma muttered, encouraging herself. She let out a sharp breath and sat on the bed. Her shaky hands reached for her phone and she began taking pictures of her naked body.

That weekend, Emily showed up at Landon’s studio and posed for the nude photos. They were all tasteful, as Landon had promised, but Emily couldn’t help feeling like she’d sold herself out. She posed behind a sheet that just barely covered her breasts. She couldn’t help but think of the modeling jobs she used to get.

not allowing her to talk. When she closed her eyes responding to his kisses, She felt a cold metal run through her body from her bottom dress hem to the top of her neck. He leaves her back. And her dress falls off her to the floor. Taylor realizes she is fully naked now. Her gold strap dress was cut into halves. Because it was a thick accessory, she had not worn any insides, trying to trap her daddy with that. So her half open boobs sprung out free and hung over her slender figure like huge melons. Her fragile body hung from the wall anchor making her body curves look even more ravishing.

Soft whispering and excited giggling drifted from inside. “Mom?” Tate called out tentatively. Suddenly, the tent door unzipped, and his eyes widened in shock and awe. His mother was there on her hands and knees, completely naked. “Hi, baby… you found us!” she beamed, her heavy tits hanging and swaying pendulously beneath her. Over the rounded, bare cheeks of her naked ass, Tate could see his beautiful grandmother sprawled luxuriously on her back, her gigantic tits spread out across her chest like massive, soft pillows of flesh.

Summer took a deep breath and undid the button and zipper on hers. Matt followed suit. "On three?" His teasing smile melted her heart. Summer grinned back. "One." "Two." Matt tucked his thumbs into his waistband, making it obvious his boxers were dropping along with his khakis. Summer did likewise. She took a deep breath, loving the way the rising of her chest made his eyes darken. "Three." Both of them shoved shorts and underwear to the floor. Matt's gaze smoldered as he studied Summer's nude form. She resisted the urge to cover anything with her hands. How long since she'd had a wax? Six months? A year? She hoped he didn't mind her au naturel.

“Yeah right. She hates you Zephyr. Once she figures out how to play with the bond, you in for a lot of trouble.” He slid his phone over to me, there was a picture on it. The Mall camera had caught Taylor climbing down a flight of stairs. She wore jeans and a crop top. Her hair left to fall over her shoulders. She looked small, graceful and the way the top hug up, made me wonder her big those boobs really were. Unconsciously, I licked my lips. “You know, I hear she is having a bachelorette party tonight. She will doll up and everything. Wanna come?” Theo whispered.