Emmy Rossum Nude Gif Romane & Geschichten

“You signed the contract. Your body is mine for the next year. Starting now. Take off your fucking clothes before I rip them off.” Her hands shook as she unbuttoned her blouse. The plain white fabric slid off her shoulders, revealing a simple cotton bra. Alexander’s gaze darkened. She pushed the skirt down her hips next, stepping out of it until she stood in just her underwear and worn sneakers. “All of it,” he growled. Emma unhooked her bra, letting her full, perky breasts spill free. Her nipples hardened instantly in the cool air. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down, kicking them aside. She was completely bare now—smooth, untouched pussy already glistening with reluct

“Take off that dress. I want you naked in your own house like the desperate housewife you are. Show me how badly you need this. How badly you’ve been starving for a man who actually knows how to fuck you.” Emma’s hands shook with a mixture of shame, excitement, and overwhelming arousal as she obeyed. She pulled the thin sundress over her head and dropped it to the floor. She stood completely naked before him in her own kitchen, her full breasts rising and falling with rapid breaths, her nipples hard and aching, her pussy swollen, red, and visibly dripping his cum down her thighs.

“Slowly. I want to enjoy every inch of you.” Emma’s face burned with embarrassment, but the heat between her legs won out. Her fingers trembled as she slowly unbuttoned her white blouse one button at a time, revealing her lacy black bra. She let the blouse slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor. Then she reached behind her, unzipped her tight pencil skirt, and let it pool at her feet. She stepped out of it, now standing in front of her boss in just her bra, panties, and black heels.

And at the precise moment when the emotion flames in her eyes—anger, pain, guilt, whatever—I will let myself fall. A fall. Controlled. Measured. A ledge. A terrace a bit too high. A sharp noise, a muffled scream. And me, sprawled out. Short of breath. Trembling. Perhaps a tear, for the final touch. People would turn around. They would have seen just enough. They would have seen her, too close. Me, on the ground. And their brains, hungry for drama, would do the rest. She would be the one who pushed me. Or the one who could have.

Cleo patted my arm, trying to explain it to me and I felt a bit of relief. We made our way into the hallway, and I saw Cameron and Sebastian naked and rushing toward us. Being wolves, nudity was a reality in a packhouse with many other shifters, but I still couldn’t help but avert my eyes. Emma and Cleo, however, were openly gawking at the chiseled men before us despite the circumstances. “Emma, I need your help. Gamma stuff.” Cam said softly, seemingly trying to avoid undue panic. For being such a jovial person normally, this was a whole different side of Cameron. He was even-tempered, calm, but intense. Emma knew immediately to obey him. She reached out and touched my shoulder before exiti

* wink * ' I immediately view the account of the person who sent a private message and goes straight to the media section to see its photos, I scroll through the media and smirk when I saw the first photo, a man in a shower room wearing a very tight black Calvin Klein boxer. Even though his face is blurred, you can see in the shape of his body that he is handsome. His six-pack abs make me want to worship his body, his nipples are pinkish, I find it attractive. I scrolled down again to see more of his photos until I saw his completely nude picture. I was shocked to see his dick standing between his legs. It’s huge and the girth of his dick is massive, it looks like he’s about eleven or twelve

~ With a rumble of my stomach, I clad my naked body in Jean shorts and a cropped tank, letting my hair fall down my shoulders before walking out of my room. I walk into the living room and furrow my brows at the sounds that come from the kitchen. Turning my direction from the couch, I stride inside the room to see Emerson's body turned to the counter. Emerson Ford is in the kitchen. Cooking and shirtless. He's always shirtless around the house, but holy fuck, the fact that he's shirtless in this way is so fùcking hot.

Emma’s pulse hammered wildly in her ears as the sharp knock echoed through the silent house. Her legs felt weak. She had sent the video barely fifteen minutes ago, the one where she was naked, moaning Marcus’s name like a whore while fucking herself with a thick dildo. What the hell had she been thinking? She quickly wrapped a thin silk robe around her still-naked body and tied it loosely. Her nipples were still hard, her pussy still slick and throbbing from the multiple orgasms she’d given herself.

I almost smiled at the swift change, but my eyes fell on Emmett and my breath hitched. He was shirtless. His inky black hair, damp like he just stepped out of the shower, and clinging to the side of his face. The muscles in my belly clenched, as my eyes drifted off his perfectly chiseled face, down to his rock hard abs. Unicorns and fairies might be farce, but the goddess, devilishly handsome men weren't. And Emmett was all that and more. The memory of his nose in my neck flashed in my mind, making heat explode in my belly.

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.