Lydia Wilson Nude Novels & Stories

Completely bare in the middle of her boss’s living room while his wife looked at her without blinking. Lydia’s voice stayed quiet. “On your knees.” Claire dropped. Lydia sat back on the sofa, spread her thighs, and drew the silk slip up to her hips. She was bare underneath, already glistening. She crooked two fingers. Claire crawled forward and licked her open.