Evie Sunset Nude Novels & Stories

After telling his mother that, he closed the door behind him and walks away. Brieanna had just got off from work and she started running her way home. She just feels more energetic than ever as the sun was starting to set. Evie told her that it is more fun to surf whenever the sun paints the water gold spreading to the surface. And she was hopeful that she'd catch her first wave at this sunset.

"You're not bad to look at Mason but it's up to you if you want to get naked or not. We are here to sunbathe. Aren't we?" "We are" Eva waited for him to undress. After a few minutes, she gave up. He could be such a party pauper when he wanted to be. She finished her glass and held it out behind her. He filled it. She brought it to her lips and downed half of it. What was better than having the sun on your back and endless -fruit- champagne? Having the sun on your front. Placing the flute beside her chair, she turned around and then picked it up. From the corner of her eye, she saw Mason trying hard not to look at her but failing.

" I added, noticing the bedding was new, at least, and the window was open like they were expecting me. Otherwise, it looked like the typical grungy teenager's room. Collapsing down on the bed, I sighed, trying to shake off the overwhelming sense of nostalgia. But images of Z floated through my head. "He is damn hot. I would like to lick him." Evie admitted sincerely, letting me know that this time, she was not joking. "Really?" I asked, amused at her quirkiness. "Yep, I bet he tastes of sugar and honey." She moaned needily. "I guarantee he is saltier than that." I laughed as filthy memories of me on my knees, tasting him for myself, floated through my mind. "I will admit I am surprised at h

So, for 40 minutes Trish followed her Mistress and studied her bare backside as they made their way to the shore. Eve told her servant to go for a swim in the calm water, and then to walk along the beach. She followed her, carrying a camera and taking pictures. Trish didn't care. The water and warm air felt great on her naked body and she was able to relax and enjoy herself. On their way back, Eve took more pictures of her "little sex-pot", experimenting with contrasting her pale body against the setting sun and tropical twilight. She was very pleased with the artistic quality of some of the images and was looking forward to posting them on the Internet.

Ryder: If you were here right now, I’d pin you against the wall and make you say my name like you did in the garden. My breath hitched. Evie: You liked that? Ryder: Liked it? I fucking loved it. I squirmed against the sheets, feeling the ache between my legs grow unbearable, I clenched my legs so tightly as id that was enough to stop the wetness seeping into my panties. Evie: I want to see you. A second passed. Then— A photo. I inhaled sharply as I opened it. Ryder. Shirtless. Sitting on his bed, low sweatpants hanging off his hips, one hand gripping his phone, the other lazily resting against his hard, thick cock, the outline pressing against the fabric.

Damian pushed the door open, and all three brothers froze at the sight that greeted them. Eve lay sprawled across the massive bed, completely naked, the covers kicked off entirely. She was asleep....they could tell from her deep, even breathing, from the way her face was relaxed and peaceful against the pillow. But her thighs were spread slightly, and even from the doorway they could see the evidence of her arousal glistening between her legs. Her body was a work of art in the moonlight filtering through the windows. Curves and valleys, smooth skin marked with their bites and bruises from earlier, breasts rising and falling with each breath. She looked like a sacrifice laid out on an altar,

“He’s nineteen. He can hold onto his Superman underwear and wear his big boy pants. It’s his second year in college. If he’s not black out drunk all day, he’s doing it wrong.” More laughter and the door opened to the bathroom. My jaw dropped as Evie walked out in a sun dress. It flared out from her waist and fit her figure perfectly. She was pulling her hair back into a ponytail. Her eyes found mine as my brows furrowed. “What? Something wrong?” “You’re perfect.” I stepped forward and stole a kiss. “How are you supposed to hike in this?” Smiling, she pulled the dress up. “Look! Shorts! Plus! My combat boots!”

Because it's the one that always took me apart the slowest. Evie, captured in oils and madness, sitting on her bed like an Ocean goddess. Her legs were drawn up slightly, with one arm draped loosely over her knee and the other resting behind her as if she would just lean back, tired or teasing, I never knew which. But it was like a type of picture you would like to send to your man describing how hot you were anticipating the night to be.

Imagining that made getting through today a little easier. Scruffles lay on the pillow next to her. He slept, not knowing what the day meant. Deciding that she could not be alone any longer, she got out of bed and went to draw a bath, adding a liberal amount of bubble bath. As the large tub filled up, she picked an outfit. Evie settled on an ivory satin corset with cap sleeves and a sweetheart cut and paired it with a black full-length skirt with a zipper that went all the way from top to bottom. If she wore it to school, the side zipper slit would end at her knees. But tonight, it would go all the way to her hip.

And there she was. Evelyn stood framed in the glass, a silhouette against the cool interior darkness. She was on the phone, one hand gesturing languidly. She was forty-five, but the word that slammed into Brody’s mind, as it always did, was sumptuous. She was wearing a simple cream-colored sundress, but it clung to every one of her lush curves: the full, heavy swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the generous flare of her hips. The fabric was thin enough that he could see the shadow of her nipples, pert and dark, and the vague outline of her panties beneath. Her auburn hair was piled in a messy, elegant knot, tendrils escaping to caress the long, elegant column of her neck.