Joao Felix Nude Novels & Stories

"Nowadays, some musicians think too highly of themselves because of their talent. I doubt anyone will receive a clearance ticket from him today." "What the hell, he is a judge, can't he be serious?" "The next participant is Jane Austen, an actor trying to sing, this will be a car crash." "Come on, Number One!" In the private room, Felix stared at his phone screen, observing the barrage, wishing he could teach those people a lesson. He suddenly stopped and looked at the TV, wanting to see the goddess more clearly. When Jane appeared in a white gown with long hair, she looked like a fairy who had descended from the forest. Felix was so overwhelmed by her beauty that he shouted and turned to th

Felix would set up the camera, and I would perform for him, riding him, sucking him, letting him fuck me in every position while the red light blinked. I watched the videos afterward, touching myself again as I saw how filthy I looked, makeup ruined, hair messy, pussy swollen and leaking his cum. But then Felix got bolder. One night, after a particularly hot session where he fucked me against the window overlooking the city, he uploaded a 15-second teaser clip to a private Discord server he had created just for us. The comments flooded in. “Goddamn she’s hot.” “Wish that was my cock.” “More please.”

Gio wasn't about to stick around and have Felix apologize to him. Sure, Gio had swung at him and landed a good one, but it was justified. All the other guys agreed. Although, they all might've just given Felix a good shove in the chest to shut him up and maybe told him to have some respect. Felix's anger and unreasonable fit of jealousy seemed to stem from him overdoing the shots and nothing more, so his calling Bianca a whore was seen as way out of line by everyone. That meant Gio's infuriated punch didn't raise any eyebrows, except Noah's, of course.

When I got to Joe's, he was in the shower getting ready to go to the club. I put my nightgown in my room with some other clothing I brought. I went back to the living room and noticed the shower was off. I walked by Joe's room and saw him standing at his dresser. He was completely nude. Although I had only looked at him nude for a few seconds, I was mesmerized seeing him nude. His body was toned, and his private part was thick. I squealed, which caused him to flinch. "Fuck! I didn't know you were here," he said. I scurried away, apologizing profusely. Joe laughed, "You don't need to apologize. It's OK. Come here and give Daddy a hug."

another set of hot moans reverberated in the room as the finger carefully applied pressure on the little nubbin that appeared from its hiding spot. Juan Pedro looked up from the prodigious amount of tit flesh he was sucking on and felt the long blonde hair of Isabella touched his face. She was simply a heavenly sight to gaze upon. A beautiful woman in the throes of passion was a scene worthy to be put in painting and be a masterpiece for time beyond counting. He hugged the girl and put her gently on the soft sheets, reversing their position. Juan Pedro then stood and slowly shred every piece of clothing he currently has and within five breaths, he stood naked in front of the girl.

I was a ruined landscape of red marks and drying fluids, waiting for the next storm to break over me. Felix was the one to move this time. He didn't have the coldness of Silas or the ritualistic energy of Jonas. He stepped out of the shadows with a raw hunger that seemed to vibrate off his skin. He didn’t stop at the foot of the bed to watch or wait. He walked straight to the side of the mattress, his naked body looking like iron under the dim lights of the villa. His cock was a heavy, dark weapon, pulsing with every step he took, already slicked with a thick layer of pre-cum that dripped onto the black silk as he approached.

Cassie said, only to leave her room to find that Isabel hadn’t been joking. Felix was holding Aaron up so that he could reach the higher parts of the wall and Lily was alternating between scrubbing the lower part of the wall and making bubbles in the sudsy water. The part of the scene that caught her eye the most was the fact that Felix was shirtless. From waist down, he was dressed in beige cargo pants which he had to use his belt on to prevent them from slipping but his torso was completely bare. In her opinion, Isabel had downplayed his abs. They were beyond gorgeous. “Hello guys.” She said trying to look anywhere but Felix’s abs.

It was as if a thrashing body against a torment for him that hindered his freedom. “Aaargh!!!” shouted of Nevan finally broke. Felix flinched at the sound that assaulted his night. He seemed to be approaching the door, but doubts still haunted him. With all his courage, Felix finally gripped the doorknob firmly. Gubraak! Cho Ye Joon pushed Nevan's inner body to hurl Felix far away. Now, the ferocious gumiho's figure began to look very scary. “Who dares to tie me up like that?!” he growled, clenching his fists.

He was unable to move at all. Felix looked down at himself, only to realize that while there were no injuries on his body, his shirt had been ripped and cut, leaving hundreds of holes. He stood frozen in his spot, looking like a peasant begging on the streets. “Si—sir, I was wrong!” Felix’s legs turned to jelly in a flash and he plopped onto the ground, kneeling before Fane. He truly believed that if Fane wanted to kill him a moment ago, he would have died more than a hundred times!

"Quiet. They're coming." The heavy oak doors creaked open. First to enter the arena was Jun-woo. Felix's heart squeezed a little. God, he was beautiful, but he looked like a porcelain doll that had been glued back together in the dark. He was wearing a black suit, his own, thank the lord, because the oversized boyfriend-shirt look from earlier was a little too "Walk of Shame" for a will reading. The suit was sharp, tailored, but Jun looked small inside it. His skin, which usually reminded Felix of caramel chocolate, was pale, translucent almost, and the dark circles under his eyes were bruised smudges of exhaustion.