Evie Sunset Nude Romane & Geschichten

" 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.

There was no other doors. I rang the doorbell. Footsteps. The door swung open. And my jaw nearly hit the floor. Because standing there— Was Nate. Shirtless. Sweaty. Abs glistening under thw lights like some kind of goddamn movie scene. My throat went dry. Behind him, Ryder leaned against the doorway, this one fully clothed—but the loose shirt he wore still did too much. The testosterone in the room was insane. Nate smirked. "Hello again, Evie.”

Nate said in a baby voice hugging him tightly from behind who grumped, making me giggle loudly. "Fuck off!" --- "Hey there, you have beautiful eyes", Evie greeted and complimented me sending a polite smile my way. Nate was right, she looked utterly beautiful, like drop-dead gorgeous. Her blonde hair cascaded with elegance down her shoulders, her deep rich chocolate brown eyes shining with joy and fun, her dark eyebrows with full lips and contoured cheeks with make-up done to absolute perfection. She looked stunning in her high wasted jeans and an emerald green top, with stylish sandals. She was tall, just coming a few inches down from Nate, who looked with love-filled eyes at her. They were

CHAPTER #20 “FOR THE TAKING” EVAN’S POV: I smiled brightly as I walked out of the coffee shop, finally, an up close and personal view of my future Luna. Bridgette was magnificent, better than I could ever dreamed. Her deep auburn hair, her cyan blue eyes, and those curves! Her ass was going to fit in my hand like a tight glove, and despite her wearing an obvious sports bra and a layered tank under her sweatshirt, I could tell she had voluptuous bosom. What a specimen, and not only was her exotic hair and lavish body tantalizing, but her lovely face, high cheek bones and porcelain skin only made her more irresistible. Yes, she was the perfect Luna for me.

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.