Garrett Clayton Nude Novels & Stories

Staring at the door, he felt tempted to go in, but then remembered he hadn’t showered or brushed his teeth. However, the urge to fuck was so strong that he stopped caring about his condition and walked inside. The moment one of the women opened the door, Clayton saw several others walking past him, barely dressed or completely naked, their magnificent breasts on full display. Each pair seemed more perfect than the last, making his cock instantly hard. He looked around, searching for the right girl for his needs. Well, one might not be enough. Two would be better. Just the thought of pulling out of one and thrusting into the other repeatedly brought him dangerously close to coming in his pant

Jan settled in the chair next to me, "I've got a lot of explaining to do. Can it wait for later?" I reached over and caressed her thigh, "Yes. Let's get the kids out here and see what happens." Jan's eyes went wide when she saw Clay slip out of Mandy's room. She looked at me. I just smiled. Clay got coffee and came out, wearing just a pair of shorts. He looked like a condemned man. His eyes went wide when he saw his parents naked, lingering on his mother. I just smiled again. "Clay, lose the shorts, we're a nudist family now."

“ I will accept, but first, I have a request” “ Go ahead and speak”. “ I want to see my mother before the wedding”. She demanded and just then, the residence cell phone rang. A white male with an impressive height and domineering aura strides through the hallway of the large and famous Clint Empire with a large number of bodyguards strolling behind him. He wore an expensive designer suit that hung around his body perfectly, his shiny jet-black hair was styled Jerry's role and the air around him was warm but intimidating. His secretary Ms. Sophia Wells, a white female in her early thirties walked next to him while reading out his schedule for the day from her iPad.

He heard her let out a sigh of pleasure as she arched herself to him, her hands resting on his muscular arms and entrusted her body to him. “Will your dad mercilessly kill me if ever he gets to hear the way I make you scream?” He teased as he looked up at her enjoying what he is doing to her. “He might think I’m torturing you. I hope we get to have a separate and secluded cabin, where I can make you moan all you want.” Amarah looked at him in speechless, her mouth slightly open in panic. Clayton only laughed at her expression. He held her securely and suddenly turned themselves around, making her lie on her back on the bed. He stood up for a while as he pulled down his sweatpants, exposing h

"What's wrong, Dana? Are you in pain?" "I think I've got some ants inside my clothes!" Dana groaned in pain. Garrett immediately carried Dana and laid her down at the back of the jeep, so that they can have their own privacy. Without a word, he helped Dana take her clothes off, then he started using his towel to wipe off the ants from her body. Deep inside, Garrett can feel something inside his body, while looking at Dana's body. She was wearing a bra, and he can see her perfectly-shaped breasts, and her body is to. die for...

I rubbed frantic circles on my slick, throbbing cunt, keeping one eye on the door. "Fuck me, sir......Fuck my pussy, it's all yours...." I moaned shamelessly, tapping my fingers against my hot nub. I worked my clit faster, my eyes closing as I pictured Professor Garrett right beside me. Professor Kane was a huge man, with even larger hands. He had muscles for days, his button up, straining against his abs and pecs. Dark hair always messy from how much he ran his hand through it. Full lips that would look so good sucking my tits or my shaved crotch.

He got up and approached Sonya who was resting with her stomach on the ground, her outfits were also torn off, her back was half exposed. Clayton sighed. He turned Sonya to face up him as he rested her head on his lap. He fixed the cleavage of her upper outfit that was torn down by the freaking vampire, her two bumps were not covered with bra and exposed fully. Her breathing rhythm made her breast moving up and down harmoniously beautiful and tempting… Clayton shakingly buttoned up to cover her chest and saw her was breathing…he wiped his nose. He looked at the environment…it was quiet and they were thrown out to land on The Sacred Land and he saw the hinged stone was just a few edges from t

A/N: Completed oh, and it's super 18+ btw so be warned😊 ... Elizabeth shriek when she see Clarke standing in front of her. He wore no shirt but still kept his pants on. His hair was loose from his regular bun and he was wet all over. Tattoos covered his entire chest and she can see fine hair over his marbled chest. She lean on the wall behind her, entirely naked and failed badly trying to cover her breast and womanhood. Her arms was pushing her breast so roughly that her creamy flesh spills out in an enticing manner. From the way his front pants has a tent on it,

Her cheeks still flushed, she tried to collect her thoughts and calm her racing heart as she found clothes to put on. Soon, Garrett emerged from the room, his lower half modestly concealed by a bath towel. Droplets of water clung to his skin, tracing a slow path down his naked body. Having just washed his hair, his short, black hair combed back. Lily never noticed how chisseled his body was and the scar going across his chest.

"Thank you, life coach Moro. I'll bear that in mind." The drive to Riverbend was filled with an odd mix of excitement and trepidation. As I parked and headed to Luke's apartment, I was startled to see Clay's door swing open. When Clay's door swung open, I was met with an unexpected sight that made my heart racing and my thoughts scatter. He stood there, shirtless, with low-slung jeans, hugging his hips in a way that was almost sinful. His upper body was a sculpted marvel, the rippling muscles of his chest and arms almost intimidating in their definition. Intricate tribal tattoos adorned various parts of his flesh, curling around both arms, across his expansive chest, even snaking around his