Kelly Clarkson Naked Novels & Stories

When he finally pulled back, he gripped her chin firmly. “Strip. Right now. I want to see what I just bought for the weekend.” Riley’s fingers trembled as she pulled her tank top over her head, then unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them down along with her panties. She stood completely naked in front of him, cheeks burning with humiliation and arousal. Mr. Kane’s eyes raked over her hungrily — full breasts, soft curves, smooth shaved pussy. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “On your knees, baby. Let’s seal our deal.”

"Uncle Jonathan should be arriving soon. Grandma wants me to welcome him myself. It's a rare opportunity for me, so I can't miss it." Kelly lowered her gaze in disappointment. She looked adorable and pitiful. Nixon's heart ached when he saw her like that, but the event today was far too important. Nixon helped Kelly put on her dress. She looked like a flawless princess in her white dress. It was her air of purity that made it impossible for Nixon to hold himself back. "I've never seen you wear this dress before. It looks good. The design is pretty nice." Nixon made a casual remark, but Kelly's eyes flashed awkwardly.