Blair Winters Naked Novels & Stories

Blair played well knocking every pin. I couldn't bend because of my off-shoulder top. Every time I bend down it came down little by little. I felt uncomfortable wearing this top because I'm not familiar with exposing my shoulders before. Not only my shoulders but my legs are also exposed here since I'm wearing shorts above my thighs. Above all this, I can't see the lovey-dovey couples (Wil and Blair) sharing their fun and love. Is it because I'm jealous of Wil? I don't know but I can't stand them being so cute to each other.

I hated that he was here, but not as bad as I hated his gaze on Blaire behind me. "What in the hell are you doing with my mate?" he asked in a low singsong voice. Blaire clutched my shoulders and buried her head into my back. She was naked—from the waist down at least--, hidden by my body, while I stood in my underwear, pissed as hell. To make matters worse I wasn't dressed, and I liked to present myself a gentleman before I ripped someone's head off. "You have two seconds to get out of my house before I rip one of those girly wings off your back."

She wasn't wearing panties. These… these sluts! This whole… this “counseling” had… this had all just been some kind of foreplay for them? Have an ugly, public breakup, drag all their friends into trying to help them, and then angry makeup sex? But as he looked at her exposed ass, there was also the undeniable truth that he now realized was painted on her thighs and his right hand: Blair was extremely wet. He glowered at Yara, realizing the way her thighs were pressed tightly together could only mean one thing. The usually self-assured girl shrank before him as he pushed Blair off of his lap and snarled, “Your turn.”

It was as if she knew he would be around to do what he was doing. Blair wasn't just an attractive woman facially. She was a beautiful woman, physically and that was why she looked good in whatever she wore. Her curves and the outlines of her body drove Dylan mad every time he saw them. "Fuck." He muttered. He led her to the bed and made her sit down. "Wait, Dylan. I want to undress you too." She said softly. He was shocked but he let her do it anyway. Blair stripped him till he was left in his underwear too. His cock bulged through the thin fabric, her throat went dry immediately.

The hand under her camisole suddenly moved higher. In her rush to corner him for the interview, Winter had changed fast, but she hadn’t had time to change what she was wearing underneath. Chris reached in and ripped the silicone nipple covers away from her skin. He crushed the adhesive pasties in his fist until his knuckles made a cracking sound. “Chris, you’re insane!” Winter cried out in a mix of shame and fury. She couldn’t believe he had actually stripped her of her intimate covers right there in the car.

I had ruined everything. I don’t know how long passed before I heard the laughter. High-pitched, familiar. Blair. I scrambled to my feet just as she appeared at the bars, dressed in an ivory gown that sparkled like frost. She looked radiant. Untouched. Victorious. She didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at me, taking in every inch of my disheveled state. Then her lips curled. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” I didn’t respond. I was too tired.

His eagle like eyes gawked at her as if she was his prey. "I am done." Lisa ate to her desire and stretched her arms feeling refreshed. She then left the bed and headed to bathroom. After a long a nice bath, Lisa wore Mustard Crepe Plain Balloon Ruffled Dress, which complimented her pale skin. She stepped out of walk in closet and frowned. Brad was sitting on couch with business magazine in his hand- reading it with leisure. His tilted face under the bright sunlight was a beautiful sight for Lisa. He had a different charisma.

I could clearly see she had no top on, and could only assume her bottoms were also missing. Alaric stood near the edge of the pool as he laughed and pulled his clothing off. He stood completely nude in the shimmering moonlight. My breath caught as he ran forward, doing a cannon ball into the pool to the squeals of the woman. They splashed and laughed, chasing each other around the pool as I stood like a creepy peeping tom and watched them. After a few minutes, Alaric caught her in his arms. I stared, unable to look away despite my agony as he leaned down and kissed her. She threw her arms around his neck, her fingers running through his hair, as they coasted over to the edge of the pool. His

I walked away, defeated. I asked a couple of traders, but none of them had seen her. My hope had gotten thinner. I found a lot of flyers on the wooden post; pictures of wanted people from stealing, murders, rapist, and lost and found children. I pulled one black and white flyer with a picture of a woman that looked very familiar. My pulse raced as I took a closer look at the picture. WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde

Nishant shouted pulling the duvet on which Aaryan sat making him stumble and fall. "The floor is cold bhai and anyways it's clean." Aaryan said pulling the duvet aswell. "Then take yours, I'm not giving mine." Nishant argued while the others looked at them argue. "Are why so possessive about a blanket, do it when you bairi comes." Aaryan said and gained a sudden whip by the heavy blanket which made him fall on the bed besides. (Bairi - wife/girlfriend/woman) Nishant glared at him and kept his duvet back before bringing an extra duvet from the closet that the staff provided incase of negative temperature.