Clara Bryant Nude Novels & Stories

His deep voice alone made her clit throb. “I’ll be there in an hour.” Clara got ready carefully. She put on a light summer dress, short, with no bra and no panties. Her shaved pussy rubbed against the fabric with every step, already starting to get wet. She grabbed her laptop just for appearances, but she knew she wouldn’t use it. She wanted to live the scene, not write it.

Clara stared at him, she was trusting him right now to keep to his word once they were done doing this, it had been a while since she had slept with any man, she had been hoping it would be Hardin but if this was what she needed to do to get Hardin then she was willing to do it just this once. She touched the hem of her gown and pulled it off over her head revealing her bra and lace thong, she stared at Alex who had a smile on his face as his eyes remained glued to her body, why was he staring at her that way? There was something weird about the way he was smiling at her, she didn't like it. She removed her bra and thong as she walked to the bed laying on her back and waiting for Alex to do

Elena said, shoving her roughly onto the hardwood floors. The chair scraped against the tile as she stood, causing Clara to shift as she scrambled to obey. Her body bent in half over the table and as her hands gripped the soft dough of her ass, a cool ocean breeze flew over her holes. Eager to return to her new toy, Elena discarded her remaining clothes, leaving her in nothing but her boots and hat. Clara's eyes drifted and she tried to tear them away but it was impossible. Elena's body was built like that of a man, strong and bulky.

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.

It's your turn now' Klara covered her body with her hands yelling at Ralph as she wore a cotton dress because of sultry weather. She even ditched her bra feeling stuffy before coming down. She'll be exposed if she's wet. She couldn't get up to stop Ralph as the ground is slippery and the damn moron increased the water speed to the extreme making it difficult for her to stand up. "Moron! Stop it" "I said stop" "You...." "Damn it!" Ralph was having pure pleasure watching her squirm on the ground. Her hair stuck to her face making her look more sexier. He travelled his golden eyes past down her neck but she covered it with her hands curling her body.

I growled out, drawing their attention to me. I waited for remorse to wash over him, for him to come over and apologize to me. None of that happened. “And if it isn’t your ugly little girlfriend,” Clara sneered as she coyly adjusted herself, and Jacob pulled away from her. They didn’t even bother to cover their nude bodies, and I spotted semen running down her legs, as she winked at me. It’d be gross if I wasn’t in so much pain. If my heart wasn’t feeling like it had been shattered into a million pieces. I clutched at the nearby wall, my knees threatening to give way.

He turned to walk away. “Wait!” Clara’s voice stopped him. She stepped out of the water, drops clinging to her skin as she walked across the dock in just her soaked underwear. The wood creaked under her feet. Carlton turned back, eyes widening when he saw her. Her wet hair clung to her face and neck, and water trailed down her shoulders and into the fabric of her bra. Her underwear stuck to her skin, leaving little to the imagination, but something about it felt almost innocent—and it made his pulse quicken. He noticed goosebumps rising on her arms and legs.

Without thinking, she lunged forward, snatching the phone from Mark’s hand and looking at the screen. The screen showed a video of her, completely naked, her back arched, her face visible. Three men, also naked, surrounded her, their hands gripping her body with rough intensity, as their cocks filled all her holes. Their voices were harsh, filled with pleasure, echoing in the small space of the video. Clara’s stomach twisted violently, bile rising as a cold panic gripped her. She could hardly breathe, her chest tightening as the horrifying reality of what she was seeing sank in.

She managed a half smile while Jack was telling her, "Everyone wants to see your tits, Clara. Take off your bra." Clara in her bemused state was slow, but her hand came up and fumbled with the catch at the front of the bra, until she managed to undo it. The front of the bra parted. She raised her hand up very, very slowly to each shoulder in turn and slipped the straps down her arms. The bra fell to the floor, and Clara stood passively, her hands by her sides, her pert little tits on display. Little tits, but firm, round, and high set, with prominent nipples. Her smile had disappeared and her face looked bewildered, but Jack pressed on.

They were hardcore fans of tennis, which made the room useful since it was impossible to play outside in the cold winter weather. Before they played, Clara was doing a little bit of warmup. She stretched her body and did a bit of running. She wore a soft pink sport bra and black sport shorts, showing her flat stomach and slim legs. Of course she had not noticed it, but Corentin was secretly watching her, and no matter how he tried to convince himself that he was just her friend and nothing more, at the end of the day, he was still a man.