Spencer Treat Clark Nude Novels & Stories

"I have nothing to say to you." "What if I say I have something important to tell you? About what happened in our room on the day of the funeral." Nancy could not help but worry immediately when she heard what he said. "What happened on the day of the funeral? You didn't take naked pictures of me while I was unconscious, did you?" "Do I really strike you as a person who would do something like that?" asked Spencer with a bitter smile. "You took advantage of other people when they're in danger. So yes, you do strike me as something who would do that."

He was naked, cock already half-hard and swinging heavy between his legs and making a nasty sound. She ate in silence while he watched, then he dragged her straight to the playroom again. No warmup. He strapped her onto the spanking bench face-up this time, legs spread wide in stirrups like she was at the fucking gynecologist. The position left her holes gaping and vulnerable, tits flattened against her chest. “Time you learned the full truth, Clara,” he said, pulling out the folder. He opened it and started laying out photos and papers across her stomach. Pictures of her. Hundreds of them. Taken over *years*.

She shot me a sultry look, but her eyes darted to Clara, venom lacing her smirk. I stripped efficiently—linen shorts gone, shirt already open—down to black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide my throbbing erection, the outline thick and veined against the fabric. My gaze locked on Clara, who hesitated at the edge of the circle, her sundress still on. "Strip, little sis," I commanded low, voice rough with hunger. The group chanted "Off! Off!" Tessa grabbed the hem, yanking it up playfully. "C'mon, Clara—show us what Nolan's been hiding." Clara flushed deep red but complied, peeling the dress over her head to reveal a simple white bikini set—innocent, but fuck, it hugged her curves like sin.

“That prick!” Dr. Clark was probably angry because he had given me a whole lecture the other day about looking untouchable. Instead, I appeared at work advertising my private life across my skin like a NYC billboard. Still…what a hypocrite! How dare Dr. Clark get mad at me today when he was out here spreading some girls' legs all over our lab equipment yesterday! Was the good doctor just another playboy who liked to use his work to impress young college girls to drop their panties. He doesn’t seem like the type…but I’ve been wrong before.

I scolded, rushing toward her completely naked because my clothes were stuffed in the bush behind her. She must have thought I was insane, approaching her bare and covered in blood, but it did not matter. I needed her out of sight immediately. Alpha Draven was determined to locate her as quickly as supernaturally possible. “Professor Vance,” Clara said in a breathy whisper. Her eyes widened as she slowly looked down at my naked body, her mouth forming a small O. “Wh-what are you…” When her gaze reached my cock hanging between my thighs, her cheeks flushed bright red. “Oh my…”

Amara surrendered to her desires. "At the end I am going to be the one to fuck." Ivan smirked throwing Amara on the couch. Ivan dropped soft kisses on her neck. He unbuttoned her white shirt revealing white lacy bra. He removed it without any difficulty and cupped her breast in his large hand squeezed it, nibbling her hard nipples. Amara moaned and drag his to her mouth. She captured his lips and hungrily bite her. In between kisses Amara removed his shirt and traced her hand on his bare upper part.

Clara placed her left hand on the breast in shock,and the other hand served as a shade. 'What do you want, young man? 'Care for hot sex ma! We could both have fun naked, in the bathtub ' He smiled secretly. 'What do you take me for, a stripper? Her eyes were gleaming with anger 'Wouldn't it be interesting if you get wet twice?' 'Look! I'm not one of those strippers that offer thier body' 'Not a big deal bitch, we could have sex while the lights are switched off; a quiet secret'

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,

His eyes roam over my body like he just unwrapped a Christmas gift. Still holding my legs in the air by my ankles, Spencer drapes them over one shoulder. One hand lazily traces circles against my skin, up and down my leg, making me thankful I took the time to shave when I showered this morning. Using his teeth, Spencer rips open the condom wrapper and, with one hand, covers his shaft.

Richard said, “am fine here sir,” Clara said, Clara was concentrating on watching the porn films, and Richard moves closer to her and he held her hand and place it on the lower part of his body, but she stylishly removed her hand, and Richard asked, “when last have you watched something like this?“ “Before I wrote my high school final exams” Clara retorted, but her body seems becoming wet, but she was controlling her feelings, “Where did you watch it?“ Richard asked,