Chloe Sims Nude Novels & Stories

Tonight she would learn exactly how much control I could take and how sweetly she would beg when I gave it back. At precisely eight the door opened. Chloe stepped inside wearing the schoolgirl outfit I had laid out for her. Fuck. It was even better than I imagined. A tiny white blouse tied just under her full breasts, leaving her midriff bare and her hard nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. A pleated plaid skirt so short it barely covered the curve of her ass. White thigh-high socks with little bows, black Mary Jane shoes, and her auburn hair in two loose pigtails. She looked innocent and filthy at the same time, exactly the kind of temptation I loved to corrupt.

Chloe is 19 and very gorgeous, as in the Miss America peagent type. "Hey mom, have you seen my black pumps?" Chloe asked as she entered the kitchen. she was in a high waisted skirt and crop top sweatshirt that hung half way off the shoulders. She looked at me and face palmed. "Staz your not really gonna wear that are you?" She questioned.

She moaned but began to suck hard on me again as Christine pulled off Chloe's underwear and tights. Chloe's body was a stunning as I could ever have imagined. She was lithe and slender, her skin pale and freckled. Her bottom was tight and pert and her red-tipped breasts surprisingly large against her slim frame. She lay back on the desk spreading her legs to expose a small bright red thatch of hair above her pretty pink pussy. She looked up at and begged me, "Please, Sir! I need you." I pulled my cock from Brigitte's mouth with a pop and stepped forward to stand between Chloe's open legs.

I blink, afraid if I look away she’ll disappear somehow, that maybe I’m just imaging all this. She’s drenched from the rain, dark red hair hanging around her face, somehow highlighting her intense green eyes. Dressed in hiking boots, black leggings, and a white t-shirt with the words Shadowfall along the collar, my eyes go right to her breasts on their own accord and—fuck—I can see the faint outline of her nipples through the wet fabric. I’ve wondered what Chloe looks like naked multiple times over the years. I’ve caught glimpses of her here and there, most happening innocently enough. But seeing her—all of her—has been the subject of my dreams more times than once.

"Bend over, Holly -- I want your ass." Holly let out a breath that was more like a moan, and suddenly the expression of longing on her face was open and intense. She turned around, and braced herself on the sofa -- bent over, knees on the cushions, her hands and forehead against the sloping back of the couch, her ass raised. She was naked except for her black choker and her knee-high black and white socks, and as Simon looked at her hanging tits, her shapely thighs, and her round, firm, virgin ass, he felt like his cock was ready to explode all over again.

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 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.

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?"

Although she was hesitant, Chloe was sure she didn't do anything with Mashii. "But you slept with him Chloe." "See my body is not full of Kiss Mark so I didn't do anything. Later I wasn't sick either and I'm still a virgin." Chloe explained and unbuttoned Mashii's shirt. Yes, this is Mashii's shirt, because her clothes are wet and she also can't go home naked, right? Chloe stood up from her seat and she wanted to take casual clothes in her small wardrobe. As for Ara, she looked probing with something on Chloe's back shoulder. Because Chloe's skin is pure white, so the red or bluish color is really nice on her shoulders.

While Serena is at home waiting for him in whatever tiny piece of lace he told her to wear tonight. I lean my forearms on the cold metal railing and watch. I’m too far to hear words, but I don’t need sound. I’ve seen this movie before. Liam shrugs off his suit jacket, lets it drop on the floor like the marble owes him something. Chloe is already on her knees in the middle of the rug, naked except for some thin gold chain around her waist and heels that look like weapons. Her head is down. Hands open on her thighs. Waiting.