Novel & Cerita Chloe Stark Nude

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.

And all I need is to be struck By your electric love. -Electric Love, Børns Chloe's POV I know I am hammered. I lost count of how many bottles, cups and different kinds of alcohol I drank tonight. I just downed whatever they handed to me and whatever I can get my hands on. If it wasn't for Mason's arm wrapped around my waist for support. I would've been faced down lying on the floor. This is the drunkest I've ever been in my entire life.

Cronnos said as he quickened his pace. We continued running for almost another forty minutes when vanilla hit my senses. We found her. She was sitting by the lake, her head buried in her knees. “Chloe…” I called out in mental connection and she lifted her tear stained face to meet my eyes. It hurt me to see her like that. “I’m so sorry,” she cried before burying her head in her hands as she began to cry harder. I wanted to go back and hold her in my arms, but... Unfortunately, I had changed without taking off my clothes and tying them up, and I didn't want to hold her bare ass.

Chapter Three Chloe’s POV I didn’t speak much when we got back to the dorm that night. Rita didn’t ask any questions. She just walked in, pulled out a pack of ice from our mini freezer, and pressed it into my hand. “Put this on your face,” she said softly. I stared at her for a second, then nodded. My cheek still burned where Anne slapped me earlier, and honestly, I was still trying to process everything. What's up with her sudden change in behavior? Was it because I stood up for he today.

But curiosity got the better of me, so I unlocked my phone and tapped on the message. It was a video. I tapped to play, and within seconds, my eyes widened in shock. There, on the screen, was Chloe, dressed provocatively in an outfit that left little to the imagination. She looked like she was auditioning for a sleazy strip show, and if that wasn’t enough, the scene quickly devolved into something far worse. Chloe was in the middle of a sordid encounter with three men. One of them was aggressively fingering her, while she focused her attention on pleasuring the other two by sucking their dick, their hands tangled in her hair as she sucked them off. One of the men slapped her on the ass, caus

“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.

Without a word of comfort, he shoved her down onto the cold ritual stone. Chloe landed on her hands and knees, her breath hitching as he moved behind her. He didn't hesitate, reaching down to bunch the sheer fabric of her shift and yanking it up over her waist, leaving her completely bare to the wind and the staring crowd. She tried to keep her legs together, a final, desperate attempt at modesty, but he ended that quickly with a harsh kick to the inside of her thighs, forcing her wide. She felt the dampness between her legs, a shameful physical response to a man she feared.

Chloe reached her manicured hands up to the wide collar of my oversized gray sweater, and she intentionally pulled the thick knit fabric down her shoulder to expose a deep, revealing amount of cleavage. She tossed her long blonde hair over her bare skin and ran her pink tongue slowly over her bottom lip in a blatant, shameless display of flirtation. She ignored my existence in the room and focused all of her hungry, desperate attention on the billionaire who had just broken her boyfriend's arm in the street. "Well, who is this?" she purred at Maximilian while batting her long eyelashes.