Chloe Sims Nude Novels & Stories

Simon questioned. Mouth full of him, her head bobbed. “Mhmm.” Those vibrations around him made Simon ’s head fall back. “Gotdamn, baby.” His words were encouraging as always, making Chelle eager to bring him to his climax. Picking up speed, she added her hands to the mix in a twisting motion that made Simon almost drop the camera. Out of the lens view, Chelle toyed with her clit. Her arousal was on one hundred, and she needed a relief badly. Simon stared down at her, and Chelle lustfully gazed at him with watery eyes.

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

I managed to say, but my voice was weak and shaky. Chloe didn't stop. She started fingering the plastic model with two fingers, making a wet sound with her mouth to mimic the real thing. I felt my pussy clench so hard it almost hurt. My whole body was burning up. I sat there with my mouth open, feeling myself get soaking wet under my skirt. "Look at her," Savannah whispered, her eyes dancing with mischief. "The prude is practically drooling." I gulped, trying to find my voice. "Stop!" I said, but it came out as a faint, desperate plea.

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.

“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.

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.

Pushing open the rusted security door, I was hit by a wave of stale air, heavy with the scent of dust and time. I waved a hand in front of my face and got to work. Halfway through, a message came through from an unfamiliar number. It was a video. In it, Charles had his arms wrapped around a curvy woman, whispering things into her ear with a smile I knew far too well. For a moment, I froze. That face still had the power to throw me off balance. The video was loud with music, but the conversation managed to cut through. "Charles, you think Mindy's really mad this time? Think she's done for good?"

He murmured, Simon looked around twenty five and he was hot but not as hot as Leo or as muscular as him. I grinded on Simon and kissed his neck sucking on his skin but my eye contact remained on Leo. Leo's fists clenched and his jaw clenched which made me smirk. "Mm baby you're hard already?" I whispered to Simon feeling his Cock grow below me. I touched my breasts and played with my nipples through my lacey bra in front of him and Leo pushed Chloe off of him and Walk towards me. "Get the fuck up" He demanded, but it didn't stop me from touching my breasts in front of Simon's face.

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.