Olive Evans Naked Novels & Stories

And she thought, the results of watching movies all this time weren't in vain. Embarrassed? Of course, Olivia was embarrassed. Even though Ignazio had seen her body before, Olivia had never undressed herself with her own hands. All this time, everything was done by Ignazio while she just enjoyed it. But this time, it was clear that Ignazio wanted to switch positions. After dropping her tunic to the side of the bed, Olivia then took off the shorts she was wearing, leaving her in a sheer black brocade demi-cup bra matching her panties.

Evelin wiped herself, dabbed her face with powder, applied her perfume to her wrist, and came out of the washroom naked. Mills was already sprawled on the bed face first and snoring.

To think she wasn’t wearing a bra the whole time made him wonder what else she didn’t have on. He reached out for the hem of her dress and slipped his hand beneath. His fingers sought out the soft, silky feel of her legs as he slowly inched closer to the special spot. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest when his hand didn’t come into contact with any material whatsoever. He choked on his words. “You’re not wearing any—” “I wasn’t able to wear any with this dress!” Evelyn fired back. She wasn’t wearing any form of underwear which meant she'd been completely naked under the silken material the entire night—and he didn’t know any better.

She wrapped a towel round her head to try her hair and instead of wrapping the other round her body, she put it on her neck and walked out the bathroom naked. When she saw Jeremy seated on the bed waiting for her, her footsteps paused and then stiffened. She looked at herself and widened her eyes. Jeremy, who didn't expect her to come out naked also looked at her astonished. He couldn't take his eyes off her creamy naked body. It was as if they were glued to it. He swallowed hard at how delicious she was looking. His mouth was slightly opened as he watched her stand there. Olivia was so astounded that her brain didn't think that she should remove the towel on her neck and she should cover he

Olivia rolled her eyes with a laugh before she went up to Raymond in a graceful catwalk, just with too much affectation to look natural, "As if you guys have never been to a pool!" Though she did have the right to be proud of her body. Standing in front of Raymond, Olivia fixed her eyes on Raymond's with a naughty smile as she slowly unzipped her tracksuit, and Evelyn's face flushed red when she saw Olivia's obvious attempt and those sexy laced red bra, the kind that you usually need to pay for a drink to see. Evelyn darted her eyes away uncomfortably with a frown at herself -- it wasn't like she was the one wearing that showing it off with the goal to deduce the mateless Alpha, so why was s

Olivia’s room—my target, my need to see her, to know she was still here, still real. Her door stood ajar, a sliver of light spilling out, and I nudged it wider, slow, my breath held. The sight hit me—Olivia and Lucien, naked, tangled on the bed, sheets twisted around their legs, her head on his chest, his arm slung over her, both asleep, sweat still glistening on their skin.

Olivia was wearing a camisole underneath and a light blue baggy shirt on the outside. Wayne pulled at her roughly, which caused the buttons on her shirt to be ripped off. The white camisole inside was also pulled up. Her bare neck, collarbone, and shoulders were exposed. Even parts of her bra and her cleavage could be seen. Olivia's figure was superb, and her skin was flawless. Even if she wasn't fully exposed, it still made an emotionless man like Wayne freeze for a second and gulp. Even the man in black was stunned. Olivia's face looked plain, but her figure was great.

Evie stood in front of the bed. “It’s finally my turn,” she murmured, and untied the single knot that held her robe in place. The silk robe fell to her feet. I’d never unabashedly stared at a naked woman standing in front of me before. I’d never visually caressed her from her dark, shiny tresses down to her toes. I’d never really looked at another woman’s tits, watched the nipples pucker, and traced the carefully maintained curls to her lips. But I wanted to now.

His second pupils were expanding; Barrett was awakening from whatever slumber Evander put him under. I reached to the front of my bra and undid the front clasp, letting my size D cup breasts slightly pop out of the cups holding them. I didn’t shed my bra immediately, I let it lay across my large, brown, areolas. I watched Evander’s stoic face start to crack as my open front bra slid across my breasts exposing a little more of me. “Fuck.” Evander growled quietly, under his breath. He reached up to touch me, as I stood there in front of him, naked, except for my slowly falling open bra. Our legs the only thing touching each other, mine naked, his still clad in his pants.

She knew the time the call would come in which would be any second now, so she checked herself in her camera, and very well, her shirt and jacket concealed her look and gave the illusion of her being smartly dressed for this meeting. The call came in, and she answered. Just as the faces of Heather Oliver, Vera McCormick, and Sherri Taylor graced the screen, Eve saw a naked Elvin go under the table, and she tensed, waiting for when he would get between her legs. She exchanged pleasantries with her friends, felt Elvin's warm breath on her thigh, and felt like she was blindfolded to what was about to transpire under the table.