Novel & Cerita Kelly Clarkson Naked

My nipples were still tight from the club and the walk and the way both of them were looking at me. Marcus made a low sound in his throat. “Fuck, baby doll.” Jarek’s eyes dropped to my chest, then lower, to the way the borrowed shorts sat low on my hips. “Shorts too.” I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and shoved them down. They hit the floor. I stepped out of them barefoot and completely naked in front of the two men who had almost lost me less than eight hours ago. Marcus reached me first. His hands settled on my waist, thumbs stroking the soft skin just above my hips. “You walked around that club like this? No panties, soaked for a woman you’d never met?”

It was the fifth boutique, and Celine swore it was their last. But she was not in charge of selecting the clothing they would be wearing; Kim was. Celine had already refused to wear the sheer 1920s flapper-style dress Kim had picked out for her. She had boundaries, one of which was becoming a member of the ‘Naked Barely-There.’ Club. Kim, on the other hand, had no such qualms and had purchased a sheer black dress that revealed her naked perfect breasts. Celine was afraid she would need to carry a stun gun to keep the men off her.

A pair of expensive earrings caught the light whenever he moved. He looked exactly like the kind of person his father had just called insane. Perfect. Kelly came out a moment later wearing baggy pants, a simple shirt, and sneakers. Nathan looked him over. “You look like you're going grocery shopping.” Kelly looked down at himself. “And you look like you're about to get arrested for drug possession.” Nathan grinned. “Percect. Let's go.” ______ The club was already packed when they arrived. Music shook the walls before they even reached the entrance.

Zander fumbled with his towel, trying and failing to calm her. “Mum? Dad?” Lydia asked, heart thundering. “What’s happening? I heard you scream mum.” Then her eyes caught the sight inside the room. And everything stopped. On the bed was Kelly. She was naked, unbothered. Running her fingers through her hair like this wasn’t the end of everything. Lydia’s blood turned to ice. Her breath caught in her throat. She didn’t scream, she didn’t speak. She just stared in horror. And Kelly... smiled. “Hey bitch, long time no see.” She chuckled and winked at Lydia.

Later that afternoon, Fred was still restless and horny when he bumped into Kelly in the hallway. She'd changed into a light, breezy sun dress that hugged her perky tits and barely reached mid thigh. "I wanted to show daddy I was being good," she said with a giggle, then glanced around quickly before she lifted the hem of her dress, flashing Fred her smooth, bare pussy. "No panties," she whispered. "Just like I promised." Fred's mouth went dry and his jaw dropped. Before he could speak, she spun around, bent slightly, and flashed him her round, juicy ass cheeks too.

she grinned. "You're getting used to being naked?" Kara asked. Kelly nodded as she tossed the top onto a nearby patio chair. "It's getting to the point where I really feel more comfortable when I'm in some sort of undress." Duncan looked at her doubtfully and shook his head. "I really think it might be just this place," he said. Kelly shrugged. "Stand up, Baby," she ordered. He couldn't believe she was asking him to do this. He turned and looked over at Kara. "Are you sure? You have to work for me when we get back to Texas."

she laughed. Stephanie took a deep breath but didn't answer. She saw Kelly get a funny look on her face. With a sheepish look the pretty woman said, "Will you watch me... watch me masturbate." Stephanie closed her eyes and moaned. This was too much. However, in spite of her reluctance, she nodded her head. Kelly stood up and pulled her top over her head, revealing her soft breasts. They were round and firm with large pink nipples that were as hard as pebbles and stuck out a full quarter of an inch. Kelly cupped her breasts as if holding them out to Stephanie.

And Kyle, 29, the quiet one with a gym-rat body and the biggest dick of them all — easily ten inches and beer-can thick. They circled me like predators. “Strip,” Jax ordered. I peeled off my tank top and shorts, my hands trembling as I did. Not because I was scared and was unsure about this. No. Because I was fucking excited this was real. Next, I was standing completely naked in front of them, my seven-inch cock rock hard and pointing straight up. They whistled appreciatively. “Pretty little birthday boy,” Clinton growled, palming my ass roughly. “This hole is about to get destroyed. Are you ready?”

Kelly was speaking to me. I said nothing, but my body visibly relaxed as I loosened the death grip I had on the pillow. Mr. Kelly noticed and took that as a sign to proceed. He grabbed the corner of the pillow I was clutching and snatched it away. He threw it across the room onto a chair and turned to stare at my nakedness. I was kneeling at the end of the couch with my arms crossed, trying to cover up as much as possible. My hardened nipples were peeking out around my forearms. The entire situation had aroused them, and the sudden cool air made them rock hard.

The next stream was titled “Daughter’s Descent” — a three-hour solo Kane family special, with the Blackthorns invited as special guests. Sophia stood in the center of the main studio, heart slamming against her ribs. Over 150,000 people were already online. The lights were hotter, the cameras more invasive. She was completely naked, collared, and oiled until her skin gleamed like polished sin. Elias and Lucian began.