Melissa Marie Elias Nude Novels & Stories

Camille kissed my forehead tenderly while Elias stroked my hair. “You’re ours now,” Elias murmured. “Every private session. Every night we want you in this studio. Naked. Ready. Our perfect muse.” Camille smiled against my neck. “And we want you often.” I nodded weakly, completely surrendered. “Yes… I’m yours.” But as we lay there, the studio door suddenly opened again. A tall, elegant woman in a long black coat stepped inside, her sharp eyes taking in the scene, me naked and marked between Elias and Camille, their cum still leaking from me onto the chaise.

“So fucking greedy. Begging to be fucked like a desperate little whore. Does your precious girlfriend know you’re this pathetic? Does she know you beg for pussy like you’re dying for it?” My chest locked up. I couldn’t breathe. Elias moaned, hips jerking forward into her grip. “No… fuck, she doesn’t know anything. She’s so fucking fat, everything jiggles when she moves. I can’t even look at her naked without wanting to vomit. Her thighs, her stomach… God, it’s disgusting. There is no way I could get myself to want her even if—” I slammed pause so hard the screen cracked under my thumb.

Melia looked down at the pelinieve's virile member, seeing that it was all hers and that thanks to her, he was about to reach climax. "On the count of three, you come as hard as possible," she said, stopping touching him. She wanted him to come on his own; she wanted to watch him from a little distance, writhing with pleasure. So, she stepped back and leaned on the couch a few steps away from him. Elijah was trembling and frustrated when she stopped touching him. However, the image of her naked in front of him was like a kind of magnet that made his body, on its own, gasp for air. "One..." Melia sat in the center corner of the couch, positioning herself in a way that allowed her to spread he

’ Said Adamaris, drinking from her glass of wine. So, Fernanda took the dress with black and white lines, short sleeves that covered until her knees. At that moment she took out from the drawer the album she had created, where she’d pasted the photos of the newspapers where Elisa was: each outfit, each gesture, each hug in front of the media was recovered in that album. Elisa, the charismatic soul everyone talked about in her newspaper. The dress that Fernanda had picked was the same one she’d worn at the charismatic celebration.

Next to him stood a woman who looked like she was in her forties, and she smiled at him gracefully. He remembered he was naked and quickly used his hand to shield his cock from her view. “I’ve been staring at it for the past night.” She answered, the smile now gone from her face as she looked rather unimpressed. “It looks beautiful, but I’ve seen bigger.” “Melissa has been caring for naked wolves since she was twenty-five. You won’t be the first or last, and you’d better get used to it. You fall naked in the snow again, and she’s back to looking at your cock like it’s the smallest thing in the world.”

Elise said quietly. Selena looked at her with doubt and Elise shrugged, “ I for one don’t like Amanda at all. I guess she is also a lousy employer too.” Elise asked and the lady nodded and spoke in a gentle voice. “Actually the real truth is that, I am Melissa ,an actual spy under the commission of Secret Special Force, Amanda took my mate and blackmailed me into working for her when I tried to get him back. She set up some humans to make a sex clip with me in it and threatened to show my mate. Since then I have been her slave.” the lady said breaking into sobs.

Elias and I were dancing at some pack event, his hand on my waist, my smile strained but passable. The next was worse. Us on a couch, his arm around me, his head tilted to mine like lovers sharing a secret. Slide after slide flashed by, each more damning than the last, the crowd cooing at the carefully constructed illusion. Then the video started. The collective gasp was audible. There, in stark clarity, was Elias. Naked. On his knees. With another woman. The footage was grainy but unmistakable, his hands gripping her hips, his mouth on her throat, her moans loud enough to echo across the garden.

She pulled off her nightgown and sauntered toward him. Elijah's gaze caught everything. Her perky oval breast. Her nipples. Her shaved honeypot and her spherical ass. Damn! She was hot. It had been a long time since she saw a woman standing stark naked in front of her. He wasn't the sex kind of person though he wanted to make out with Marissa. He just wanted that because he wanted to learn about her agenda, true, but he never abused any opportunity he got. He was going to fuck her mercilessly.

When she stepped onto the low platform, completely nude, Elias’s gaze was purely professional at first. “Arms above your head. Arch your back slightly. Yes… like that. Hold.” The pose was demanding. Lila stretched, breasts lifted, nipples tightening in the cool air. Elias worked silently at first,minutes stretched into nearly an hour. Her muscles began to burn. “Relax your shoulders,” he murmured, stepping closer. His fingers brushed her shoulder blade lightly. “For the line of your spine. Hold still.” The touch was electric. Lila shivered. “Cold?” he asked, voice low.

What matter was that he loved a woman he can't have. "Relax your shoulders." Elijah instructs to the nude models that are standing behind a plain black background. The two female model listen as they relax their shoulders. The black woman with luscious dark skin as her long braided drape over her privates as her brown nipples slightly peak through the hair and the white woman standing behind her had a pale smooth skin as her long blonde hair draped over her private. "Alright, Ally lean against Sandre and relax your facial features. I want you to speak with me through those eyes." He announced to the ladies they did as he ordered.