Chloe Ferry Nude Novels & Stories

she repeated quietly, tasting the word as if it were something bitter. “Yes, ma’am. And…” Colt hesitated, flipping open the file. Photographs slid out, glossy prints showing Chloe entering the mansion gates, her hair hidden beneath a hoodie, and later, laughing beside Ares in the garden. Another photo captured her standing near a fountain, one hand resting lightly on her stomach. Colt exhaled. “She didn’t honor her part of the deal.”

The door opened and he tensed up but what he saw next somehow managed to both confuse and excite him. Thea was standing there beautiful, sexy, Thea. He would have covered himself up, full of embarrassment, except for one thing. She, too, was topless. Her breasts looked more tanned than Chloe, her nipples smaller, but they looked just as big. He stared at them. Chloe took his cock out of his mouth and turned to her friend. She still held his cock in her hand. “Oh, here she is,” she said. She came over to Chloe and knelt down next to her.

She had to stop Emma from making the mistake she made. *** Chloe's outfit was simple, yet breathtaking. With her hair adorned with additional curls, she gathered most of it to the side, allowing a few loose curls to frame her face. A touch of lipstick added a hint of color to her lips, completing her radiant look. The peach gown she wore stopped mid-thigh, showcasing her slender figure. The delicate straps gracefully adorned her shoulder, leaving a tantalizing glimpse of her back. She slipped into a pair of nude heels, elongating her legs and adding an extra touch of elegance to her ensemble.

Chloe snorted coldly. Katie Clyde laughed, and the two friends talked happily, as they drove home, Chloe dropped Katie Clyde off. "Hey, I would have loved to come and say hello, but, there won't be a need for that, extend my greetings to Pascal," she said and drove off. Katie Clyde watched till she drove off, bearing her bag, she turned around, and her gaze fell on Pascal. Who leaned leisurely on the wooden pillar at the frontage, his hair was messy, and his upper body was exposed, his broad chest and pronounced abs and well-fitted muscles made Katie Clyde breathless, the sun cast to shadow lazily on him creating a picturesque scenario.

Even with the heat cranked up, the stone walls seemed to radiate a chill that no furnace could touch. "Tyler? Where is the Nanny? Where is Mrs. Gable?" I looked up. Chloe was leaning over the banister, her hair perfectly layed looking like she was ready for a gala instead of a family collapse. She was frowning, her phone clutched in her hand. "She’s upstairs, Chloe. Putting some of Leena’s things away," I said, my voice sounding like it had been dragged through gravel. "Why?" "I’m starving," Chloe said, descending the stairs with a practiced grace that made my stomach churn. "I’ve been craving those truffle French fries they serve at Marylin Island. Tell her to come down and whip some up. Sh

He greedily drank in the view of Chloe on her knees. Currently, Chloe had her hair tied up in a neat ponytail. She usually wore it loose throughout the day but didn't want to get any of her hair in the way when it came to cock worshipping time. She was also wearing a slinky nightie that she had found buried in her Mom's closet. It didn't fully fit her, being shorter than her mother, the nightie went a bit too far down her legs. "Only two little straps keeping it from falling off me," Chloe said playfully, jiggling the straps on each side. "Not that you even need to take it off to see me naked. I bet you can see my breasts from this angle, can't you Daddy?"

It's like allowing the waves to crash to the shore and just leave without saying. “Hey,” Chloe plants soft kisses on my cheeks as I stare into the waves. She's standing behind me. I release a faint smile for her. Everyone is enjoying the last day of this trip at the beach. They put up a high rainbow umbrella on the sand. Others laid some blankets with their fruits, drinks, and lotion on top. The majority of us are enjoying even Cannon. I'm glad she's enjoying the trip. Unlike other girls, she's not wearing a bikini. Only a big-sized shirt on and leggings. She looks comfortable with it with a bottle of beer in her hands. She's sitting on a beach folding chair as she watches others having thei

Real. After a few minutes, the door creaked open again. I looked up. And forgot how to breathe. Chloe stood there, the lavender fabric floating around her like it had been made just for her. Her curls framed her face, and her cheeks were flushed with something close to embarrassment. “I, um... I can’t reach the zipper,” she whispered, turning slightly to show me the half-zipped back. A small gasp escaped from my lips. Her body was hard to resist. Super smooth and beautiful.

She opens her wardrobe and pulls out a stunning black nude classic dress. Chloe had fallen asleep in the tub. The water had reached the top of her neck, and it was running out of the bathtub. She felt herself slipping down a little, and a little water entered her nose before she could wake up. 'Wouldn't it be more fun to drown than go on a date with him? Ah, what am I even thinking about today? Whatever happens in my life is not worth killing myself over.' Chloe thought and got out of the tub. She recklessly pulls the towel from the hook and ties it around her before leaving her bathroom.

She snaps her fingers and Philip stops what he is doing, reaching into his coat pocket to place a stack of printed photographs under her hand. Chloe's eyes widen. She stares at the photographs, unable to comprehend what could possibly be enough to get her own mother to turn against her. That's when Hannah begins to toss the photos onto the bed, Chloe’s sins finally revealed to her and the room around them. They are pictures of her kissing Reid. Photographs of Chloe in clubs with men while she's drunk out of her mind, smirk on her face as she pulls them into the bathroom. Other photo show her leaving the bathroom, clothes and make up messy with love bites, bruised into her neck.