Everly Lane Nude Novels & Stories

“Tell me, have you ever been with a woman old enough to be your grandmother?” “No,” he admitted, voice dropping. “But I’m looking forward to learning.” Evelyn laughed softly , rich, throaty. “Good answer.” She stood, letting the silk robe slide off her shoulders and pool at her feet. She was naked underneath , surgically enhanced breasts still high and firm, narrow waist, wide hips, and a perfectly groomed pussy. Her skin was soft, lightly tanned, with the kind of elegance that only decades of wealth and self-care could produce.

One that would be warming and crazy enough. "Fine," Eve said, removing her skirt and panties. "No skirt. No undies." They both dropped to the floor, and Elvin licked his lips.

Delania was laughing as I stood up and placed the phone on the dresser hitting play on the song I selected before laying it down. As the opening strains of ‘Pony’ by Ginuwine began to play, I turned to face her and did a full body roll. Then as I walked over to where she sat on the bed, I unbuttoned my shirt slowly. Now I felt like I was being sexy as fuck for my girl, but in reality I probably looked more like “Garth from Wayne’s World.” When I managed to get my shirt off, I tossed it at Delania, who giggled with delight.

Her hands were a little shaky with nerves and pure want as she headed back down. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, naked and holding the toy, the three men had already stood up. They couldn’t take their eyes off her. Levi's cock strained hard against his pants. Ryder swallowed visibly, chest rising and falling faster. Nolan's usual calm had cracked completely, his gaze burning as it moved over her breasts, her stomach, down to the wetness already shining on her thighs. Elara walked straight to the big sectional couch in the living area, right where they could all see. She sat down, leaned back against the cushions, and slowly spread her legs wide open. The cool air hit her soaked pu

She followed the sound to an open bedroom door and stopped dead in her tracks. Mr. Lorenzo was sitting on the edge of his bed, completely naked. His muscular body was tense with pleasure. One strong hand was wrapped around his thick, hard cock, stroking it slowly. His eyes were glued to his phone. On the screen, Elena recognized one of the videos she had posted on I*******m last month—her in a tight top, dancing playfully at a friend’s party, her breasts bouncing with every move. He was jerking off to her.

My mind quickly reminded me that I had seen both Ann and Bill in several porno movies over the past 24 hours, but still, they didn't know that yet. "Come on babe" Ellie encouraged me. Come join us, the water is so nice. She made a deliberate show of pulling her strap down, which reminded Ann to do the same. They both sank below the bubbles again, looking quite naked. I felt a tingle downstairs. "Ann, now limbered up from several glasses of wine ventured, "We are both now officially naked, see." She jiggled her shoulders

“Ten minutes. Then come back naked.” She obeyed on shaky legs. The marble bathroom was bigger than her dorm room. Hot water sluiced over welts and bite marks she hadn’t noticed last night. When she returned, dripping, he was waiting. He pointed to the bed. “On your back, and your knees raised up. Hold yourself open.” Evelyn climbed onto the mattress, lay back, and pulled her knees to her chest. The position left her completely exposed, her pussy lips puffy and pink, asshole still slightly gaping from the night before. Cool air kissed the raw skin.

She hit the button, the familiar ringing sound echoing in the quiet room. The screen flickered, and then there he was. Elena’s breath caught in her throat. Noah looked like he’d literally just stepped out of the shower. His dark hair was dripping wet, heavy strands plastered against his forehead and the side of his face. He was shirtless, his skin still glistening under the harsh glow of whatever light he had on in his room. The shadows played across the sharp lines of his collarbone and the deep ridges of his chest. It was... a lot.

Ivanka did not know if she should laugh or cry. They even dug out her personal social account. All they requested was her photos. Why? Ever since the live broadcast, the netizens realized the CEO of Lane’s Group was as good-looking as first-tier female celebrities. Most of their comments were almost the same. Guardianofgothamcity: May I ask when you are uploading your photos for us to see? Harleyquinn: Your beautiful photos are my only reason to live on.

ELARA. I drop my shirt on the floor and reach for my jeans. "Slower," Dante says. "I need to see how you move." I work the button open slowly, slide the zipper down, push the denim over my hips. His eyes track every movement like he's cataloging it for later reference. When I step out of the jeans I'm standing in his studio in just my bra and underwear. "Everything," he says. I unhook my bra and let it fall. My underwear follows. Now I'm completely naked under the spotlight and he's looking at me the way other people look at religious art.