Davina Claire Gif Novels & Stories

Claire swallowed hard. "Can...I...want...Daddy...to touch my pussy?" Dave's eyes widened. "Fuck," he cursed, surprised by her words. His little baby girl was naughty, calling him "Daddy." Dave claimed her lips again, this time with hunger. He sucked on her lips as he helped her remove the sleeve shirt, leaving her in only her wet lace thong. Claire watched, impatient, as Dave played with the waistline of her panties. "Why was he teasing her?" she wondered...

The rage in him was indescribable. He felt his own anger mix with Shadow’s as he barreled into Claire and clamped his jaws down on her hind leg just as she launched herself at Ava. Claire’s father was a Beta, and Claire had taken after him, so she was almost as big as an alpha. She whimpered and tried to snap at him, but he caught her in the middle and tossed her the way she had done to Ava.

“Like... TikTok famous good.” Clarita rolled her eyes. “Don’t encourage her. She already thinks she’s the reincarnation of Shakira.” “Please, I’m more Dua Lipa,” claire said, removing an earbud without missing a beat. Dante strolled in just then, fresh from the gym, towel over his shoulder, shirt clinging to his torso in all the ways that made Jullie’s brain betray her professionalism. He glanced at her. “You’re still here?” “She lives here,” Clarita muttered.

Less than a minute after they settled down, a tall and handsome man who appeared to be in his late thirties alongside a lady that looked short standing beside him approached them, their arms intertwined to show that they were a couple. "Hello, Mr. King. I'm Matthew, and this is Claire, my partner," He introduced, extending his right hand for a handshake. Martin received it without smiling, and he also shook the lady. The smile on her face looked false. Caitlyn could easily tell by merely looking at her. "They're probably fake couples, too,' she thought. " Well, since you know me by my name, I don't think there's a need to introduce myself." The man, Mathew chuckled dryly.

And now, just like that, he was tossing me aside? You want me to be fine with this?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Damon smiled softly. "Ravina, we are living in a time of peace. As the next Luna, you have to have a good heart. Be kind. She's your sister. You have to understand. Once she's dead, I'll make you my Luna. Just give her this." Amira coughed softly. "I love him, Ravina," she whispered. "I always have. Please... let me have this."

*Claire’s Point of View* --- "Is this a prank, Mom?" I asked and looked her in the eyes to see the truth. She took a deep breath, and she seemed serious. I turned my gaze to the man, and he wanted to touch me, so I stepped backward. And he spoke. "Claire Daven, I am so sorry for leaving an----" He started, but I cut him off. I just don't know what I am feeling right at this moment.

Damien as usual placed a smile towards them before strolling further to meet his uncle along with Mr Bravtas and Claire. Claire immediately showed her set of white teeth as soon as her eyes spotted Damien. She slowly placed her hands at her thigh where the end of her gown was. She slowly used her hand to pull it upwards in a sensual manner trying her best to get to him but obviously it wasn't working. She wore a sexy green short gown that showed half of her breasts along with revealing her thighs and long slender legs.

I whispered, thighs trembling as I spread my legs wider, the cool air kissing my slick, heated skin. He hummed—a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through the phone, through me, sending shivers racing down my spine. “Take your fingers back to your mouth, Claire. Wet them again.” I obeyed, sliding two fingers past my lips, sucking them deep, “Suck harder.” I did, a frustrated whimper escaping as I took them deeper, tongue swirling. “Ah, Mrs. Claire,” he groaned, voice fraying at the edges. “Take those wet, filthy fingers and circle your clit.”

Claire said while looking at her with a worried face. Clairol just shook her head and smile. “Y-yes. I'm okay. Anyways, I'm Clairol Tampson, Mr. Velasquez. It's nice to finally meet you.” She also tried to extend her hand but cause of panick she extend her right hand instead. “Opps. Wrong hand,” she said shyly after shaking the hands of Draven through her left hand. She hopes he didn't remember her. “How about we continue from talking it to the faculty room?” She said casually.

Just like that, Claire felt the back of her head get ambushed. It went without saying just how stunned and stupefied the students were. They had been sure Miss Gard would win, but now it seemed that Javier was better than their coach. They were surprised to see that the guy who was most famous for boning Megara could do something this awesome. Claire pirouetted. She leaped, extending her right leg toward Javier’s head at the behest of her rage. Naturally, Javier’s lightning-fast reflexes allowed him to raise his right arm and block the attack.