Spencer Treat Clark Nude Novels & Stories

Once there, she handed him a tub of Vaseline and discarded her gown to reveal her flawless naked body. She got onto her hands and knees on the edge of the bed. "Spencer, we promised we wouldn't fuck but I do think you need a little practise so that when the time comes you know what you're doing." Spencer was staring at her glorious taut bottom, her tiny puckered brown arsehole and her long pink pussy lips that were so rudely revealed by her position.

Spade was still trying to hide his hard on from Matteo as he tried to stop it from getting any harder but that was almost impossible, not with Nate still standing almost half naked on the screen. Nate suddenly hooked his hands to the towel around his waist as both men's eyes widen, one dreading the reaction his body would give upon seeing the complete nakedness of Nate, while the other only shocked at how easy it was for Nate to always strip for the camera. Slowly but surely, Nate began peeling off the towel, Spade tensed as the top part of Nate's butt began showing, he swallowed hard as he felt Matteo's body heat close to him, he didn't want anyone to be seeing this, this was going too far

Tilting my head at him I watched his eyes glass over and roll back into his skull while he shifted forms and toppled to the floor. Nathan’s back looked better and only had a few puckered scars. Concerned, I knelt to check that he was still breathing. Thankfully he was and I sighed. “The accelerated healing wore out his body,” Nova whimpered in my head. “Well I will put some pajama pants on him then ask Nolan and Stanley to help me get him into his bed,” I muttered. Going through his dresser I was shocked at finding more sexual items than clothing. “Nathan Sparks you are a sexual deviant,” I announced as I finally discovered a drawer of underwear.

I did as she asked and was lying naked under the covers of her bedroom when she walked in with her little brother Ted in tow. “What is he doing in here,” I yelled at Clara. “He is going to show us something,” Clara replied as she jumped from her clothes, then got under the covers with me. Clara’s brother Ted stood silently at the foot of the bed. Clara and I sat up in the bed with the bedsheet covering us. She told him to show us his thingy. Ted dropped his pants to the floor, and he stood there with his little limp cock in front of him. It looked like it was only about three inches in size. He was staring right at me when Clara pulled the covers from me, exposing my tits to him. I covered m

"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."

Hoping that she didn’t think I was a creep doing so. After seeing that picture I was wide awake no longer able to consider sleeping. I put my phone down, still open on the picture of Spencer my hands went below my boxers and freeing my dick from their cotton prison. The head already leaking precum as I started stroking the length, needing to find release before I could continue with my day. I close my eyes picturing Spencer in my room in that underwear, straddling me as I squeezed her ass and her bringing lips down to mine. Moving my hands to her bra and unclasping it, allowing it to fall down her arms before ripping it from her, disconnecting our lips and pulling her nipple into my mouth. T

Clark could feel the heat from her body. He started to move his hand from his back to her breast. When he cupped it in his hand, it flipped a switch in him. The kisses turned feverish as Denise removed his belt. Clark pulled off his trousers and shorts and every piece of clothing on Denise. They were naked and Clark loved the sight. He raised her hips and Denise wrapped her legs around his waist. His lips were on her nipples as he sucked the life out of them. Denise moaned.

I want to know what it would feel like to be his. I let him slip the gown off my body until I’m left in just my bra and panties. Spencer doesn’t speak as he undresses me, but there’s a determination to his gaze that sets me on fire. He unclasped my bra quickly, hands skimming over my shoulders once more, then trailing along my back, my waist, to my hips… My breath hitches as Spencer kneels behind me, hooking his thumbs underneath the elastic waistband of my panties and gently pulling them off my body. When they hit the floor, I’m completely naked.

had reduced the funeral hall to rubble. When I woke up, I was back in the hospital, my head wrapped in thick bandages. Spencer sat by my bed, eyes red, and handed me a phone. "Sir… you need to see this…" In the video, Rick had already been released on bail by his lawyer. He was livestreaming, fake-crying into the camera, playing up the tiny scratch on his face like it was a disfiguring injury. "I really don't get it… Clara used to love me so much, and now she's teaming up with her husband to set me up… Just because I left her back then, she'd go this far to frame me…"

With a sarcastic smile—or the closest to it I can pull off while he plays with his fingers inside me—I reach for the bulge in his sweatpants, noticing his eyes close as I squeeze his manhood in my hands. “Shit, Hayden…” he curses under his breath, savoring the way I’m teasing him. But with a swift movement, Spencer is out of the bed. Before I can complain or utter a single word, he pulls his hoodie over his head, revealing his toned abs, his six pack so defined that it’s ridiculous. I remember Spencer being sculptured when he was younger, but this…this is something completely different. He’s a grown man, bulkier and hotter than ever. I’m sure I’m drooling, my mouth agape, as I watch him undr