Clara Dao Nude の小説・ストーリー

An hour passes before Lucien arrives with a woman that should be in her early thirties—Clara—she is neatly dressed in her chef uniform. “I brought her, my lord,” Lucien says smoothly. Damon lean forward. “Hope you are careful? Did Nathaniel or his army see you?” Lira is curious…. If the powerful Beta Damon is this wary of Nathaniel, then just how dangerous is he? “No! We successfully avoided them.” Damon nods, impressed. “Thank you, Lucien. Leave us now—I will send for you later.” Lucien bows deeply again and walks out of the room. Clara steps forward, and bows. A smile tug at the corners of her lips, then a blush creeps up her cheeks as she stares at Damon. Clara has been in love with Damon

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.

Raw and seen. Ethan didn’t leer. He just watched. He set the dildo on her nightstand with a soft clunk and rolled his sleeves up higher, veins standing out on his forearms. “Bed,” he said again, softer this time, a command wrapped in care. Clara climbed on, knees sinking into the mattress. She propped herself against the pillows, her thighs clamped shut on instinct, a futile shield against the ache building between them. She was already damp, embarrassed by the slickness she felt against her folds, evidence of how his voice alone twisted her up.

Clara exhaled heavily before turning to the screen. She noticed this wasn't just regular p**n, it was more like a sex show that was recorded. She wasn't comfortable but she kept watching. In the show, a lady dressed in a thong and heels walked on the stage holding a microphone. “Gentlemen, may I have your attention?” She called and the men turned. Everyone paid attention to her. “Without doing so much talking, you know what it is time for. Get ready and enjoy.” She giggled and walked down the stage. Clara wondered what else was a sex show all about if it wasn't sex.