Clara Dao Nude Novels & Stories

Fuck, I wish I could run my hands all over those rock-hard muscles, Clara thought, her finger tracing the outline of his abs on the screen. Ever since Jordan posted that picture four days ago, Clara had been a mess. She really wanted his cock buried deep inside her. "I need you, Jordan…" Clara muttered to herself, flopping down on the bed. She couldn't stop looking at his boner, and she could no longer resist the urge to touch herself. She imagined Jordan was right there in her room, ready to fuck her. Clara took off her clothes until she was just in her panties. She knew if she touched her clit right now, the pleasure would be overwhelming. She'd been thinking about how Jordan would fuck he

Alpha Hector Vald. I stared at the diary and I was tempted to open the first page. “Is she your new toy Alpha?” The lady I had spent the night with whispered in my ear. Laura was an exception, unlike other girls I could choose to be with her anyway I need the urge to release. The daughter of my Beta, she does stay around and is one with the quick access. Her hands were on my shoulder, gently caressing it with her fingers. “She will be.”

"Really? That is the pathetic game you want to play with me? Denial?" "It is not a game, and I am not in denial about anything." I bent gracefully to collect the broken champagne flute, using the movement to steady my racing heart and buy precious seconds to think. "My name is Evangeline Northcrest, and I have absolutely no idea who this Seraphine person is supposed to be. Perhaps you have mistaken me for someone from your past?" "Evangeline." He tasted the name slowly, like poison coating his tongue. "How incredibly creative of you. Very sophisticated. Tell me, Lady Evangeline, do you often crash parties under false pretenses and fake identities? Is this a hobby of yours?"

I had no idea what I was doing having sex with a stranger, almost two strangers in one day but in this moment, it was something I had to worry about later, chanting Anthony's name, I closed my eyes and lifted my hips. "How… are … you … so… wet?" Anthony was close to tears, holding my hips in place. I knew most women needed to be touched in multiple ways before they were soft and ready but this was part of the things that made me Clara. It was one of the reasons I was famous in my industry. He didn't wait for answers though, he rode me all the way through. I whimpered in disapproval when he pulled out to turn me over so I could arch my back and lift my butt in his direction but once he found

BLAKE’S POV There was something wrong. The way she moved. The way she spoke. Even the way she looked! But most importantly, the way she held the clay. Clara was angry, everyone could tell that, but what was surprising was how she held the clay in her hands that she was using to demonstrate how to burnish after molding. The sides of the almost hardened clay were beginning to crack from the pressure her palms exerted on them. All of us were deathly quiet probably to know if we could hear the bowl crack, but mostly so our heads wouldn’t be next in line.

My throat tightens. Home. Or at least the closest thing to it. The door swings open before I even knock. Clara Noah stands there in cream silk trousers and bare feet, her dark hair falling perfectly over one shoulder. Polished. Controlled. Untouchable. Until she sees my face. “Celyne…” she breathes. That’s all it takes. The strength I’ve been pretending to carry collapses. I drop my suitcase. I drop the paper. I drop to my knees in front of her like something inside me has been cut loose.

Clara’s face turns red and she looks down. “Clara you have had….” Rose was cut off by the shake of Clara’s head. “Dwayne’s toyed with my body but things hasn’t gone that far yet,” I raise my brow. It’s hard to believe that Clara is still a Virgin at thirty years old. Here I thought seventeen wasn’t so bad. “Does Dwayne know you're a Virgin?” I ask her and she shakes her head.

NO, YOU CAN'T IMAGINE! Clara climbed the stairs and reached the mezzanine. She knocked on three doors, and judging by the sounds of sexual activity coming from behind each one, she was about to give up and wait for her friend downstairs. However, when she knocked on the fourth door, it swung open, and Jânio was holding a naked woman by the waist. The woman was bent over the bed, both of them standing, completely nude. He was thrusting forcefully into her, his sweat dripping onto her back. Clara stood frozen, like a statue, watching them.

He stared down at Clara, still kneeling there — face flushed, lips parted, chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the sweat-soaked habit. “Lift your habit, Sister. Now. Show your priest what that sinful pussy is hiding.” Clara obeyed instantly, her fingers trembling with excitement. She grabbed the hem of the black habit and slowly raised it to her waist, exposing her thick, shapely legs, her fair skin glistening with sweat. She wasn’t wearing panties — she never did anymore when she came to confess. Her shaved pussy appeared in all its obscene glory: the outer lips swollen and deep red, parted, shining with the abundance of honey dripping from her. Her clit was prominently swollen and har

"You are a smart and respectable woman, don't sell your pride like this!" "It's too late for you to reject me." Clara proudly displayed the drenched portion of her chastity crown. "Mine is hard wet, and I would scream to everyone in this entire restaurant if you fucked up and planted this wet proof seed of mine." Carver shook his head in disbelief that Clara's behavior would embarrass himself. "Aren't you ashamed if you scream I have slept with you by showing your naked body?" Clara laughed. "Fine, showing my naked body to the whole restaurant, to everyone in the world, I'll show my naked body as long as I can get you, Carver."