Clairebear Nudes Novels & Stories

she moaned, her breath heavy. Fuck, she had no pantie! How was she this slutty and reckless in the beast's cave? "Really?" Ryan slid his indecent hand at the apex of her thighs. "Are you scared to give in?" "I'm not scared of anything," Claire breathed, devouring the betrayal of her legs that parted subtly to give him the access to her precious reserve. "What makes you think I can't resist you, huh?" Her voice was barely a sound. "You're trembling in my arms right now," Ryan whispered. "And I know you're so turned on as it shows right here between your beautiful legs. And damn, you're not wearing anything. Naughty girl." He gilded his finger inside her wet core, smiling proudly.

"What do you mean?" Carver turned his back, where Clara was behind him. Without shame, Clara unbuttoned her shirt one by one until it opened and revealed the black cloth covering her smooth body. You can see a pair of breasts that are behind the cloth so that they protrude upwards, showing how tight and dense their contents are. Carver was forced to look at Clara's lumpy breasts, because they were so big and seductive, even though they weren't as big and beautiful as Violeth's which were always squeezed by his hands.

"He should be celebrating." "He looks like he’s at a funeral," another whispered. Mason looked toward the pools and sighed. He knew exactly why Cole was acting like a wounded bear. He pointed toward the path leading from the guest rooms. "Look over there." The men turned. Their breath hitched. I had changed. I was wearing a white one-piece—conservative by bikini standards, but on my body, it was lethal. It hugged every curve of my bust and waist, showing off legs that seemed to go on forever. My skin looked like polished marble against the white fabric.

Glancing at the message, he dropped his phone as if it burned his hand. Oh, Goddess. It wasn’t just a message. It was a picture. A beautiful and tempting black-and-white picture of Claire in a bathroom mirror, in a set of black lace panties and nothing else. She was biting her bottom lip while looking in the mirror, as if she was looking directly into his soul. Claire covered her bare breasts to hide her nipples with one hand while her other hand held her phone. She positioned herself so that Mal could see every curvature of her bottom and back.

She was tall, willowy, sun-kissed — a total contrast to Claire’s petite, curvy frame. Now Harper moved behind Claire, unzipping her dress and letting it pool at her feet. Claire’s big, beautiful breasts spilled free — full, firm, with dark nipples that begged to be sucked. I’d seen her naked many times in college, but never like this — never with raw sexual energy crackling in the air. They turned toward me, holding hands, bodies on full display. Two gorgeous, nearly naked women — Harper the tall athletic blonde with her thick golden bush, Claire the petite brunette with her heavy tits and smooth shaved pussy lips already glistening with arousal. They looked incredible together.

He stripped off his shirt. ‘You’re a very sexy man, aren’t you?’ Clare purred. Though her feet were back on the floor she felt as if she were floating. She ran her hand over the denim and unzipped his flies. ‘God, I feel so naughty.’ As if to demonstrate, she fished inside the jeans. He was wearing white boxer shorts. She fought her way inside them until her fingers closed on his hot, hard penis. ‘That’s what I want,’ she said, pulling it out.

Abby replied. "That's not a problem. We can go skinny dipping." Claire stated before she took her bra off. "Come on, James and I do it all the time." "Claire, are you serious?" I looked at her pissed. "I don't mind being naked around my ex-fiancé. It's not like he hasn't seen everything before. Am I right, James?" "You are fucking crazy." James stated. "You are the one who is fucking your new girl in our house and you call me crazy. You parade her around like a trophy."

"Ms. Bell has kindly agreed to allow us the opportunity to examine her breasts. Gather round, boys." All of a sudden the boys became very quiet and moved rapidly to stand around Claire as she pulled off her blouse to reveal a lacy black half-cup bra. She wished she'd worn a less interesting one as the tops of her areolae were quite visible. Luckily it was warm in the room otherwise it might have been worse. The boys sighed in wonder at the size and sight of her bosom which, like most of her, was lightly freckled and a smooth milky white.

David snapped excitedly, “No. Don’t shower yet. Get up here and sit on this.” Claire lifted a hand in warning. “Oh no, honey. You should wait. I’m a mess down there.” That only made him harder. She shrugged, kicked off her heels, and undressed. Once nude, Claire climbed onto the bed and straddled his lap. As she lowered herself onto his erection, she warned him, “I hope you don’t get upset, but Marcus had the thickest cock I’ve ever had. My pussy is stretched beyond belief.”

I compare the thoughts and I find myself loving the idea of being vulnerable before Vera than being in control with Claire. I almost cut it off but I know better than to do so. “Fuck…I love the way your dick swells in my mouth, sweetie.” She tells me, rolling my cock in both her palms. After a short while, she gets to her feet, pleading I pound myself into her. Claire already got rid of her robe, standing blatantly naked before me so I can fuck her. I’m just about to catch one of her nipples in my mouth when my cell phone rings.