Chloe Roberts Nude Novels & Stories

she says, her voice soft and seductive and commanding. Chloe conveniently wore panties that have bows on the sides (easy removal). Cynthia pulls on them slowly to expose her smooth pussy. Her breath hitches in anticipation as the cool air hits her bare p*ssy. Cynthia doesn't touch her immediately, and even though she wasn't expecting her to, it still feels exhilarating. She just leaves her like that--open and needy. Chloe's legs are as wide as they could possibly be, and Cynthia just stares down at her. Cynthia goes lower, and gives Chloe a gentle lick on her throbbing clit.

Hazel smiled, although she never expected her to be shy to open her body in front of a lady but she tried to be understanding “Oh no, we are both ladies. You don't have to be shy, okay? Chloe shook her head negatively as tears rolled down her eyes “It's not that” Hazel panicked when she saw her in tears, what went wrong? Did she push her too much? “Then what is wrong? You don't have to open your body in front of me” Chloe almost choked on her tears, summoned the courage, and removed her gown, exposing her naked fair body. “What the HELL?????

she got off the bed with her wobbly leg, holding the bed support at the edge to avoid falling as she walked towards the window side. “Chloe, what are you doing?” I sprang up ready to pull her in as there was still plenty of daylight outside and anyone could have easily seen her fully naked, sexy and ready to be taken. “Rhoda, come out,” she said and I noticed someone emerge from the behind the curtain and the sight of her with her eyes fixed on Chloe had my already resting cock jumping in competition. I wanted to mark Chloe everywhere just to get her to stop looking. “You! What are you doing here?” I got to my feet and stood behind Chloe who had her eyes on her. She was smiling too and it ju

She unwraps her night robe, and drops it off her body, standing naked in front of me. I throw my face to the side and whiff. I'm trying not to look at her, because my cock is already kicking hard. If I must confess, Chloe has a very beautiful and sexy body, and if I don’t trade with caution, I will find myself digging into her secret place. “I owe you no answer to that question, Luna. I will appreciate it if you dress up and leave my room.”

“Take off everything except your panties. Now.” Chloe felt heat rush through her body at the tone of his voice, but there was no fear—only need. His eyes told her exactly what he wanted: her naked body. She watched him as she slowly took off her clothes. Her sweater went first, then her bra. His eyes burned with hunger as her breasts came free and the bra hit the floor. “Do you touch yourself, Chloe?” Gabe asked bluntly, leaning back in his chair. “Sometimes,” she admitted honestly as she unbuttoned her jeans, stepped out of them, and kicked off her socks.

"Mmm… cough, cough…" A soft moan slipped from Chloe's lips, quickly disguised as a cough to mask her own pleasure. I stole a glance at her profile. Her cheeks burned bright red. Then I felt a sudden dampness below. My eyes widened. Was she really that sensitive? Just from being pressed against me, she was already wet? Thankfully, the ride wasn't long. Ten minutes and we arrived. She hurried off the bike. When I climbed off after her, I noticed the front of my pants was soaked through—like I'd peed myself.

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.

“Elena. The pool awaits or is the view from the sidelines… satisfying enough?” It was a challenge she couldn’t refuse. Pride and a furious, undeniable curiosity warred within her. With stiff, jerky movements, she stood. She didn’t strip gracefully. She tore her blouse open, buttons flying, and shoved her trousers and underwear down her legs. Her nudity was not an offering, but a defiance. She stepped into the oil, its warmth a shocking contrast to her icy demeanor. She stood apart, watching the trio: Julion fucking Chloe with deep, possessive strokes, Alistair’s head thrown back as Chloe serviced him.

Chloe was already there. She lounged on the sectional in nothing but a sheer black babydoll nightie—short enough that it barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, lace cups clinging to her small, perky breasts. Her nipples were visible through the fabric, hard little peaks begging for attention. One leg was draped over the armrest, the other bent at the knee, fingers lazily tracing circles on her inner thigh. She looked up when Lauren stepped into the light. No surprise on her face. Just a slow, knowing smile.

The moment they breach the threshold of the massive penthouse, Chloe immediately requests directions to the executive washroom, completely ignoring the breathtaking, floor-to-ceiling view of the entire illuminated territory spread out below. "The corruption sequence is fully operational, Rodolpho. I am completely broken," Chloe whispers frantically the moment the door clicks shut, immediately yanking down her lace panties to drop onto the gold-plated fixture. "Look at the state of my body." She had stripped the fabric away while his back was turned, thrusting the garment toward him. "I cannot wear these back out there; they are completely ruined." The light fabric is heavily saturated, darke