Chloe Ferry Nude Novels & Stories

I continued to suck his tip and the inches I could put in my mouth while I stroked the rest of the length. “are you ready for me?” I heard Chloe’s voice from the door and when I turned, I saw her standing naked with a strap-on cock on her waist. I swallowed immediately at the tempting sight of her small breasts and pointy nipples but the sight of the strap-on cock made my pussy drip with need. I knew immediately that I was going to get thoroughly fucked by this couple and at that moment, I couldn’t wish for anything more.

And perhaps it was a good thing none of that happened or I wouldn't have come home to see a flushed Chloe touching herself. It had to be the hottest sight I had seen in a long time. Sweet Chloe sprawled on the couch, her sexy black nightie that barely covered her butt is pushed aside while her expanse of creamy skin is exposed. The material, like all the flimsy dresses she seemed to own in abundance, covered her breasts with flowers and had a single spaghetti strap for each shoulder. There had been a flush on her cheeks, her pert mouth parted as her fingers worked the sweet flesh between her thighs.

“Chloe, are you sure? These…” “Will you still say no even though Rhoda is watching me get naked like this?” She asked as she pulled her strap down to reveal her breast. “Oh no,” I could feel my cock lengthen and my trousers start to tighten. “Rhoda, can you help me remove the button here?” She said provocatively as Rhoda walked closer. Chloe knew the buttons to press to get what she needed from me and I for one couldn't resist anything from her not when there was someone else staring like she wanted to eat her up.

Chloe. Calling.

Chloe stood on the flying bridge in a sexy white bikini, waving at me excitedly. She'd clearly been looking forward to this. "Mr. Edison, come down a little lower. I can't reach from up here." I eased down to the height of the flying bridge. She swung one leg over and grabbed my hand, carefully preparing to step onto the board. But her mother, Susan, shoved her aside with her hip. "Dangerous, sweetheart. Let Mom try it first for you." I was speechless. I'd wanted Chloe to go first. But Susan wrapped her arms tightly around my waist. I had no choice.

Didn't she know how attractive she was now? Today, Chloe was wearing a long-sleeved chiffon dress. Because she fell into the water, the clothes on her body were tightly attached to her body, perfectly showing her exquisite figure, which made people's imagination go wild. The distance between their lips was only a few centimeters, but Lin Beichen was shocked by his words. He was stunned for two seconds, and then there was an itch in his nose. "Ha ha!" Chloe could not help but spit on Marvin's face.

Chloe's POV I made sure to prepare everything I need for the party last night before going to bed to make time for my annual Halloween tradition. I sat on the bed with the laptop on my lap, a box of Kleenex beside me to use to wipe away my tears as I watch the moment where the female character; Allie, remembers her husband; Noah. This was how Andy saw me when she came in my room. "Chloe." She sang my name. Her expression changed when she saw the state that I'm in. "What's wrong?"

Chloe watched from her window as the minivan disappeared down the street, a flash of angry red. The crunch of tires on gravel was the only soundThe house next door was quiet. Empty. A cage with the door left wide open. A slow smile spread across her face. She slipped into a long, black trench coat, the belt tied loosely at her waist. Underneath, she was completely naked. The cool silk of the lining brushed against her nipples, making them hard. She stepped into a pair of high heels.

Chloe was inside, still in her cum-soaked shorts—fingers lazily circling her clit, eyes half-lidded. She looked up and saw Lauren standing there. Neither spoke. Chloe just smiled—slow, filthy—and spread her legs wider.

Chloe locked the door behind me and flipped the sign to closed. “Ready?” she asked, already rolling out her mat next to mine. She wore a cropped tank and those dark green leggings that left nothing to the imagination. Her brown hair was twisted up in a messy bun, a few strands loose around her face. We started slow. Downward dog, warrior poses, some hip openers. My body was warm and loose after twenty minutes. Chloe moved around me, adjusting. Her fingers brushed the inside of my thigh when she straightened my leg. I felt it everywhere.