Clara Dao Nude Novels & Stories

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.

His thumb circled a nipple through the lace. She arched. "Oh…" A small moan escaped. Dave pulled her to the couch. The leather felt cool against her skin; he spread her legs widely, kneeling in between her legs. He placed his hands on her knees, balancing himself on the floor. Clara’s panties were damp already. He hooked his fingers in the waistband. Tugged it down, inch by inch. Clara shuddered. Her sex hair was trimmed neat, and her pussy lips were pink and slick. He breathed warm air over her.

Elliona can only smile clumsily at other visitors "Re.. Re.. Really is that Elliona Lim? 15% ? Stock? Luxury Gold? Daebak!! You can be richer than a president... Wuahhh" Clara gaps as wide and stretches her hands up like she worships something "Yak! Stop gaping that wide Clara. Elephants can come in if you're like that. Of course, hearing Elliona's taunts, prompts Clara to shut her mouth tight. Shit, she is looked stupid. “I don't know what Elliona Lim looks like. You're a too lucky girl or this is the beginning of something that makes you regret it in the next day" Clara says and stars into Elliona's eyes.