Chloe Roberts Nude Novels & Stories

Alexandre She collapses in my arms without warning, like a weight of fevered silk. My first instinct is to push her away. She smells of alcohol, chaos, urgency. And yet, I stay there. Her fragile body fits against mine with disarming familiarity. I should be disgusted. I am. But not in the usual way. Not with the cold repulsion I feel for women who are too easy, those who throw themselves at the first rich man like heat-stricken dogs. She is different. I really look at her for the first time. And I freeze. This dress too demure for this bar. This clumsy makeup. Those disheveled, almost childlike hair. And that gaze… My God. That gaze. Clouded by alcohol, but not empty. A gaze that implores,

My knees give out, and I sink to the floor, clutching my chest as if I can physically hold the pain in place, keep it from ripping me apart. It doesn’t work. Nothing works. With trembling hands, I pick up the phone again. The photo fills the screen. Chloe. Naked. Smiling like she won something. One hand behind her head, the other strategically placed — barely — over her pubic area. Her double-Ds are completely uncovered, full and unapologetic, her nipples darker than mine, smug in a way that feels personal. Even her body looks arrogant. My lungs forget their job. I try to breathe, but the air won’t come. It’s like my chest has collapsed inward, crushed by the weight of what I’m seeing.

I squeeze a little tighter, thumb sliding over the tip, hips lifting- Boom *The door instantly swings open without a knock. My hand freezes mid-stroke. Chloe's standing there in tiny sleep shorts and an oversized USC hoodie that slips off one shoulder. Hair soaked,water dripping off like she's just come from bath or something. Phone in one hand, half-eaten apple in the other. “Oh… my... god…” She says Her blue eyes drop straight to my lap, to my hand, then to the very obvious, very hard situation I’m in - literally

We both enjoy having sex with an audience, and two girls we had sex with two days previously promised to be exciting for all of us. “We haven’t had sex since we saw you two days ago, girls, we are both hanging out for a fuck,” Chloe told them with a big smile when the girls arrived as we kissed both of them with the tips of our tongues. Apart from her heels and a tiny black g-string to highlight and showcase her magnificent, big ass she was fucking naked.

For all intents and purposes, she is nude, and Jackson makes a point of keeping his eyes on hers and nowhere else. “What are you doing here, Chloe?” Jackson snarls. “Oh, don’t be like that. I’m working, same as you.” She purrs ‘working’ as though offering to fuck Jackson on the runway. Hell, she probably would if she thought it would get her some camera time and notoriety. “You are not one of the models for these shows.” She grins, quite pleased to know something Jackson doesn't know. “Well, word is one of the models had to be replaced last-minute, and then another fell sick. I have good friends at House Corbin, so when they asked me to step in, I couldn’t say no.” She puts her hands on her

Her back arched and legs parted wide giving him full access to her cunt. After Matt was done, Chloe's legs were already shivering as she felt she was already close to orgasm but he was not ready to continue. Chloe raised her head and shot him a hard glare. There was no way she was going to beg him for it, he rushed towards her as she still had her eyes closed. His rough breath passing around her skin making her shiver in pleasure. He slowly unhook her bra till she was naked before him. Her breath ceased for some seconds as he cupped her boobs, played with her nipples. She opened her eyes to see his eyes grew dark as the night.

Chloe thought the secretaries seemed a bit odd at this company. "Hello, Robert. My name is Chloe Harris." "Oh, yes Mrs. Harris, I've heard lots about you," Robert said excitedly. Then he lowered his voice almost to a whisper. "Was Mr. Kawasaki really naked last night? Was he really screwing Heather Ackerman?" "Um. Yes." Chloe was slightly taken aback by his questions. "Did you get a good look at him? What was he like? Was he big? Like was it long and thin or thick and short or glorious in every way? Was he circumcised?"

she said sweetly, voluntarily reporting her plans to Joseph. Chloe was wearing a plain nightgown, and her black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. Her face had a healthy hint of pink, and her long legs were hidden by the nightgown, revealing only a pair of dainty, slippered feet. Her oversized coat covered her delicate figure, and her innocent-looking eyes and brows lent her an air of purity. She was not wearing any makeup, yet she appeared more stunning and captivating than if she had. Joseph's gaze remained steady as he asked, "Where are you going?"

Her voice was low and rough… Karina’s weakness. Karina’s knees nearly buckled. “The last time was… heavenly” she breathed out. Chloe smiled, eyes dark. “I know. I got you off with that remote control vibrator” Her voice was playful and serious at once. “It was amazing. But it was just that. A toy.” Karina swallowed, Chloe leaned close, lips brushing her ear. “I haven’t tasted you in a very long time.” Her voice was almost a growl now. “And right now, I need you. I’m not ashamed to say it. My girlfriend is the sexiest person alive”

"I'm so wet, Marcus. I've been wet since you first put your arms around me." "Let me see," he commanded. He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her shorts. He pulled them down slowly, the fabric sliding over her hips and thighs until they were cast aside on the bed. Underneath, she wore a pair of tiny, white lace panties that did nothing to hide the swell of her ass or the protrusion of her clit. The center of the lace was darkened, a translucent stain of arousal that clung to her skin. Marcus let out a sharp breath, his gaze fixed on the sight. "You are absolutely beautiful, Chloe. Do you have any idea what you look like right now?"