Darla Claire Feet Novels & Stories

Lucas swallowed, still not looking at her. "Oh." The realization hit her. "I'll put on longer shorts," she said, heading back inside. Lucas sighed in relief as she left. Darren chuckled, and Lucas's eyes snapped to him. "What? Please be careful, lover boy," Darren teased, taking grapes from Lucas's plate. Claire came back with literally longer shorts, Lucas's shorts. Lucas had his head laid low on the table but noticed her feet as she passed beside him. "Claire, your feet. Why are you bleeding?" Lucas stood up, carrying Claire before she had time to protest.

Even though all she had been doing was allowing him to practise his religion via the medium of her mouth and pussy, she realised that Danny might not quite understand the subtleties of why she had had both oral and fully penetrative sex with a man virtually old enough to be her grandfather. The next day, to make sure she didn't keep accidentally exposing her cunt and bum, Claire decided to wear a red dress which came all the way down to the middle of her thigh along with black hold-ups and black stiletto-heeled knee-high boots. She was working with the absent-minded Elsie who was an elderly lady with white permed hair and an equally permanent smile. The day went well with Claire getting a lo

Claire was quite grateful to him for that act. The lady that stood with them was none other than Darla Roberts. The renowned blogger who specialized in celebrity gossip and scandal. Her blog, 'Daring' was the most read in all the country. She was well-known and most people tended to avoid having encounters with her to prevent their secrets being exposed. She could also resort to blackmail to get whatever she wanted. Claire knew that the moment she brought herself out to the public, there would be wolves ready to rip her to bits but she was prepared. She wouldn't let anyone bring her down or know her including the infamous Darla.

Clara. She stood frozen at the top of the staircase, her eyes locking with his. Time seemed to stand still as their gazes met. Clara stood at the top of the stairs, bathed in the soft glow of the overhead light. Her long, auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, framing a face that was delicate yet striking. Her almond-shaped eyes, a deep shade of emerald-green, glimmered with a mix of shock and curiosity. Her skin was flawless, a warm golden tone that seemed to glow under the light. She was breathtaking, a vision of beauty that made his wolf howl in approval.

Her pretty lilac dress is vry casual but still breathes elegance. With the way it snatches up her way in a good grip, revealing a bit of cleavage from a pushed up breast, her arms, bare and the down part spiraling to her knees in silky pleats. Pretty. Even if I am put in that dress, it still wouldn’t fit. She is fuller in all the right angles, and I am just bones and skin. Zero flesh. “Are you just going to sit…stand…kneel there and just watch these…things laugh at me?” Claire is red in the face.

Her hands trembled at her sides. “Figure out your feelings,” she finished for me. Voice barely above a whisper. “For who, Adrian? For me? Or—” The front door opened before she could finish. Claire walked in Heels clicking on marble, oversized blazer, phone already in her hand. She took one look at Lila’s face, one look at me by the window, and her lips curved into a smile that wasn’t kind. “Well,” Claire said, dropping her bag on the antique chair. The sound was too loud in the quiet. “Am I interrupting a proposal or a funeral?”

I closed my eyes slowly and darkness followed. DARRELL'S POV I had to close early from work because of Claire.I saw Daniela walking out of my room,she looked bothered.What could be the problem? "Good evening master"she greeted. "Where's Claire?" "In the room ...I think she's sick" "Sick?"I rushed in the room.She lay on the bed with her eyes closed.She looked pale but she was fine this afternoon. "Daisy"i called but no response.I raised her hands up and saw track marks on them.

“Keep acting high and mighty. People like you don't last long.” “We'll see.” Claire clenched her fist and was about to say something more when Dale appeared. “Ma'am,” he said to Lyra. His eyes moved between two women—Claire’s curled fingers and a matching scowl. Lyra’s small smile that didn't reach her eyes, the stiff shoulders that gave her away—and tried to make sense of what was going on. Claire equally glanced around. Her eyes moved past Lyra, to the nameplate. She paused, her eyes flickering with something…

Claire was sitting in the sun lounge near the swimming pool. She was inspecting her bare feet and a few bruises. Her heels lay down on the floor. Despite the cool and relaxing atmosphere outside, she was still mad. There was no way she was ever going to like Doris, she decided. "Oh, there you are," announced Bruno, and she lifted her gaze. "What happened to your feet?" He dropped down reflexively and took a close look, frowning. "It's nothing. I just had a few blisters yesterday," Claire replied.