Clairebear Nudes Novels & Stories

he asked. “We still have forty minutes left.” Scout took a look at the watch. “We have nothing to do now; how about we have fun with her?” He pointed at Claire. “We can take some nude photos of her, and I dare say that she won’t turn us in? Besides that, she is the one who paid us to kidnap that woman.” Scout sneered. A couple of men started tearing off Claire’s clothes. “Don’t make it ugly. And make it quick!” he said.

I dragged another puff out of the cigar as it angered me more. “Babe just be calm,” the girls said as they sat beside me while some massaged my legs. Claira came to my back and was massaging my shoulder, and before I knew it her hand dragged downward, grabbing my boobs. I did not say anything. I just let her do her things. She is the most horny girl among us. Claira can go rounds without getting tired. She had said she wanted to experience having three dicks in her hole, and that was a surprise I had planned out already.

"I want you naked, baby, and lying down on the bed for me to look at and enjoy. And don't keep me waiting... I want this now.” With a bit more confidence, Claire pulled her loose dress over her head, the moved her hands to the clasp on her cheap, saggy-from-too-much-hand-washing beige bra. She undid it with trembling fingers, then slowly, she slid her hands down her body to her simple white cotton panties. She stopped, gave herself a little talking-to... and then with an insane burst of courage, she lowered them down her rounded thighs, down her curved calves, and off. That was when she finally looked at him, and what she saw stole her breath.

Blake said and departed to the bathroom. Tabitha looked toward the closing door, quickly grabbed Claire’s hand, and led her to her room next to the bathroom. All she did was point at a small hole in the wall and giggle. Claire walked up to the hole and peeked through. There she saw the incredible sight in her life. Blake was nude and was about to get into the shower. His physique was flawless, and his male member was the longest and thickest she had seen. It wasn’t even erect, and she could only imagine the pleasure she would receive when she gave herself to him. Claire looked at Tabitha and smiled, motioning her to have a look as well. Tabitha blushed but also peeked at Blake from the hole.

A large black table stood in the center, polished and gleaming, flanked by racks of toys and devices that hummed faintly. He studied her carefully, seeing the raw desire in her eyes, the flush in her cheeks, and the subtle tremble in her fingers. Slowly, deliberately, he instructed her, “Strip.” Claire’s hands shook as she obeyed. She removed her clothes piece by piece: tank top, bra, skirt, panties—until she stood bare before him, every curve exposed. Her neck rose proudly, breasts full and sensitive, nipples taut with anticipation. Her belly was soft, gently dipping into the curve of her hips. Her pussy glistened with preemptive desire, ass round and inviting, legs long and tense from the

Noah had organized everything carefully. “Come on Claire! Let's do the foreplay now. I can't wait to enjoy your beautiful body.” Noah unbuttoned his shirt one by one. Then he threw it in any direction. After that, Noah also took off his belt. While he looked at Claire who was silent. But sweat started to appear around her neck and forehead. Then Noah approached Claire again with his body almost naked. Only the triangular cloth wrapped around his waist. “Noah... Please let me go!” Claire whimpered.

Under the attentive gaze of everyone in the room, each wearing a unique emotion which came together to cast a thick tension into the atmosphere, Andre scrolled down and opened another folder. And as soon as they caught a glance of the gallery of videos and images arranged into multiple grids, they recognised it for what it was. And the reaction followed; a sharp gasp, a groan of rage and of course, genuine shocking surprise from Clara herself. Because irrespective of having been aware of it already, the vulgarity of those motion pictures and still images of a nude Marie still managed to shock her. Andre reclined into the seat, slanting his head to the side. "And I was wondering, which should

He was ready to spring at a moment’s notice. Claire remained standing against the wall and rubbed at her wrists. She was the same height as Elara. Short blond hair revealed her delicate bone structure and those cold, blue eyes. Her form-fitting leathers hugged slim curves. She unzipped her jacket, and I found my eyes drawn to the intricate tattoos that spanned the base of her neck to the tops of her breasts. Once, I might have found her attractive, but these days, I only felt that pull toward my mate.

A strange feeling washes over me: as if I were returning to a place where the past had never stopped waiting for me. Next to me, Éléonore maintains her impeccable dignity. She sits upright, elegant, almost frozen. Her fingers are crossed with a precision too perfect, as if she were holding on to them to avoid trembling. I know her. I sense her unease. She says nothing, she never says anything, but her silences have always spoken louder than her words. Then the door slams, and I finally lift my eyes. And she is there: Clara. Clara, Lyra's mother.