Jojo Clark Nude Novels & Stories

he said quietly. Her fingers went to the hem of the shirt before her brain caught up. She pulled it over her head and let it drop. Beneath it she wore only a pair of simple black underwear. Noah’s gaze dragged down her body like a physical touch. She felt it on her breasts, the curve of her waist, the damp spot she knew was already visible between her thighs. “All of it.” Clara hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slid the underwear down, stepping out of them. The air felt cooler against her wet skin. She fought the instinct to cover herself. He had already had his fingers inside her. Hiding now would have been pointless.

I growled out, drawing their attention to me. I waited for remorse to wash over him, for him to come over and apologize to me. None of that happened. “And if it isn’t your ugly little girlfriend,” Clara sneered as she coyly adjusted herself, and Jacob pulled away from her. They didn’t even bother to cover their nude bodies, and I spotted semen running down her legs, as she winked at me. It’d be gross if I wasn’t in so much pain. If my heart wasn’t feeling like it had been shattered into a million pieces. I clutched at the nearby wall, my knees threatening to give way.

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."

"You? Sofia Chris? You held a gun?" "And I liked it," I confessed. "Okay," Clara said, holding up a hand. "I need a drink, this is too much. You are literally living out every dark romance novel I have on my Kindle right now." "There's more," I said softly. I stood up. I unbuttoned my jeans, I pushed them down, along with my panties, revealing my left thigh. Clara leaned forward, and her eyes went wide. "No," she whispered. "You didn't."

She didn’t want to look away. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. Clark stood. His arms went around her back to remove her bra. Her breasts fell free as soon as the support left her body. The towel he wore was still draped around his hips. His cock tented the front, and she was reminded of his length. “Do you like these panties?” he asked. She shook her head. “Good.” He tore them in two. She stood in front of him naked. “I don’t want anything between us.” Clark went to the towel covering his