Clara Dao Nude Novels & Stories

HIGH FLOWER INDUSTRIES ~ NEW YORK CITY CLARA POV I hooked my thumbs in my panties and pushed them down too, stepping out of them. Now I stood completely naked in front of him, the cool office air brushing over my hot skin. My pussy throbbed, already slick and ready. I looked him straight in the eyes, voice low and shaky but sure. “You know what? Fuck it,” I said. “Have me as you wish.” For a second he just stared, like he couldn’t believe it.

He was Adonis on stage tonight, emanating hardcore sex like a cologne and spreading it through her body. An hour into her arrival and Clara was beginning to wonder if she had made the right decision accepting Andre's invitation, because all she wanted to do as she watched him from the lounge was to do something crazy like spread her legs and flash him the black lingerie she had worn. Or dip her fingers into her swollen wetness and get herself off. It was what his performance was doing to her; it made her want to get down and dirty. Hard.

Clara replied with a sense of relief. Clara is in her mid-thirties, with blonde hair that falls just past her shoulders. She is rather short compared to the other ladies, standing at about 5' 5". Her most noticeable features are her large breasts and exquisite bubble-butt ass. She has been divorced for about three years and is loving her newly found independence. Clara has been bi most of her sexual life, which was one of the areas of tension in her marriage. As she returned from freeing 'the girls' from their prison, she stood in front of Dakota, jumping up and down, allowing her large breasts to bounce and sway in her thin t-shirt.

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?”

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.

Replying to her seductions, I didn’t let go, I appreciate the sight of her sexy figures, her slightly tanned skins, was further becomes alluring, she was wearing on a laced black bodysuits bravely shows every inch of her skins, thanks to the sexy tight body suits, her 34D chest were barely holding in and those fleshy mounds were almost spilled out, then further down, her hips and large ass were tightly hold by those tight seasoned black jeans ever so jiggle by the motions of the car, hearing my compliments, Clara didn’t shows any shyness, instead she gotten even closer to my body and even smiled devilishly to me, feeling proud of herself. “hehehe…I know you like em big..Papi~..and I work har

"You? Sofia Chris? You held a gun?" "And I liked it," I confessed. "Okay," Clara said, holding up a hand. "I need a drink, this is too much. You are literally living out every dark romance novel I have on my Kindle right now." "There's more," I said softly. I stood up. I unbuttoned my jeans, I pushed them down, along with my panties, revealing my left thigh. Clara leaned forward, and her eyes went wide. "No," she whispered. "You didn't."

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.

Her breaths came in ragged gasps, the scent of her arousal blooming fresh in the air. Clara knelt nearby, ass toward us, two fingers buried in her hole while her thumb worked her clit. "Mmm, yeah, ride that virgin dick, Agnes. Make him cry." She moaned, her body rocking, juices trickling down her thighs to puddle on the floor.

She turned her head towards the toilet door and widened her eyes as the man casually stood wearing shorts with a bare chest. Clara ran to the end of the bathroom. She grabbed the curtain and covered her naked body. “Why did you come in here without knocking?!” She snapped. She quickly wiped away her tears, trying hard not to show that she was crying. No, Clara was wrong. The goddess of luck was not on her side. What happened tonight was just another sinful illusion for her. “What?” He shrugged his shoulders, “Why are you hiding from me? I saw everything in you. Did you forget?” His eyes stared sharply, probing Clara’s body hidden behind the toilet curtain with misty eyes full of passion.