Clara Bryant Nude Novels & Stories

She chuckled at the expression of her friend “That face doesn’t suit you babe, come try this” She spreads her legs more. “This girl is f**king good, arhhh…I’m about to cum..” She giggled Clara ignored them both, stripping to her last piece of clothing. She stepped into the bathroom, turning on the shower as the water came down on her body. It helps to ease her fury, calming her down a bit. She hated Brittany with passion, and all she could think of is taking her out of this earth, and just like Celine said, she will get her next time. She was lost in her thought, enjoying the cold water when she felt a hand on her bre@st, fondling it a bit. She exhale as it went to her cl!t, dipping a finger

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.

As Mrs. Dent broke into a run, I followed closely, our eyes glued to the suffocated sight. The rest of my class were all sunbathing on the sandy beach, laughing and chattering as they lay buck naked! Worst of all, some of them were all naked swimming in shallow waters, their private parts showing whenever the waves undulated! Even though there was no one else other than them, Mrs. Dent dashed toward them, her eyes red under her face veil as she shrieked, "Are you all suicidal?! Put on your clothes right now!"

She was struggling to reprimand the man as one of his palms was already inside her pajama top, touching it tenderly. “Let’s go to the bathroom,” whispered Aldrin, struggling to breathe. Clara bit her lower lip and obeyed when the man lifted her up. Apart from knowing that the man will not stop bothering her, she admits that she is also getting horny. Always. Yes, the truth is, she has always been horny, even with Aldrin’s simple touch. She objected, yet she also didn’t want the boy to see them when he woke up because of Aldrin’s mischief.

“Now suddenly we’re discussing fairness. Fairness is when you acted right like a man on bed.” ‎She picked up her clothes and disappeared into the dressing room without another word. ‎Jeffery remained standing there for several long seconds before sighing heavily beneath his breath. ‎When the door finally opened again some minutes later, Jeffery looked up instinctively. ‎Then immediately regretted it. ‎Clara stepped out wearing a fitted white cropped sports jacket partially unzipped at the front alongside black fitted shorts that stopped mid-thigh. Her long hair fell loosely around her shoulders while white sneakers completed the entire look effortlessly.

Only Tom's had a slight upward curve, whereas Bryce's was dead straight. He eagerly advanced to the clip of Brenda getting up, but found himself disappointed by the short period of time that her lovely, naked form was on the screen. A later clip, beginning after she had taken her shower, showed only half of her naked body at the edge of the screen as she got clothes out of a dresser drawer.

Her round ass was high in the air, completely exposed. She lingered longer than necessary, pretending to search. The cool air kissed her hot, dripping cunt. She could feel how open and ready she was. Her clit throbbed with need. Aiden’s breathing changed. It grew deeper, heavier. When Clara finally stood up, cheeks flushed, she turned to face him. The thin white t-shirt clung to her hard nipples. She didn’t pull it down. Her voice came out soft and breathless. “Did you… see anything you liked?”

Marcus didn’t have to say more. Clara’s body moved before her mind could protest. Her hands, still trembling from her climax, went to the straps of the dress. She pushed them off her shoulders. The cool satin slithered down her body, catching for a moment on her hips before pooling in a shimmering heap of green on the floor around her ankles. She stood before him, naked save for her ruined panties, which hung torn and useless on one thigh. The dressing room air felt electric on her bare skin.

Finley said to her, pulling a face of mock regret, though he still generously gave in to the request. Clara’s legs trembled slightly as she moved from her seat, passing by another woman who had just stood up beside Trey. She lowered herself into the spot wearing a daringly revealing outfit; the top showed the swell of her full chest, and the bottom was so short it barely covered anything.

“Baby… you underestimate how shameless some women can be.” She reached for her phone and tapped the screen a few times. “Someone sent me something. I wasn’t even sure if I should show you.” Damien looked at the phone, then back at her. His chest felt tight. His head swam. “Show me.” Clara turned the screen toward him. It was a video. Blurry. Dark. Loud music in the background. A woman on a dance floor, laughing, moving. The lighting made it hard to see her face clearly, but the angle, the hair, the body shape—Clara had chosen it carefully.