Phoebe Pine Nude Novels & Stories

Ahmed just walked away without daring to look back. Phoebe breathed a sigh of relief then looked up with her eyes closed. Finally, she is free again from the shameless man. To be honest, Phoebe was really tired because she always dealing with the same kind of people. She still closed her eyes when she heard someone's footsteps approaching her, "Thanks, Dude. You are the most I can count on as usual, but now I want to be alone for a while. I get nauseous right now."

Phoebe was it, really. It’s more like you’re one person all your life and someone shows up, taking you from your comfort zone. She challenged me. Like any Maserati would. ... Phoebe's POV Roxanne and I sat at the pool wearing bikinis and sun glasses. I'm wearing a pink-bluish maternity navy floral ruffled bikini set that's backless and showed my bump and cleavage while Roxanne's in a two piece plain lemon colored throng and bra bikini set.

Phoebe lay prone weakly on the bed, sweat streaming down her body. A man pinned her down, his hand still fondling Phoebe's breasts. He leaned in, his mouth whispering softly. "Isn't mine more pleasurable than those other men?" The man's voice was still uneven with breath. "Hmm," Phoebe tiredly responded. "Your body feels so delicious too, Darling," he whispered again into Phoebe's ear while his hand continued to move upward, squeezing her breasts. "I never feel satisfied touching you."

All-black shorts and a sleeveless V-neck top, with his black hair carefully combed backward, making him look like a prince from a fairy tale. " He is handsome, if he was an actor, would have tons of female fans drooling over him," she said to herself and chuckled. Eric got closer and examined Phoebe's appearance. She was wearing a white long-sleeve shirt and a black skirt with black flats. She felt uncomfortable but kept her cool and raised her chin, he was taller than her so it was difficult for her to face him up high. Suddenly Andrew cleared his throat and spoke." Welcome, Miss—-?"

From behind, the man thrust his cock into and out of the woman, squeezing her ass while she leaned on the table, groaning and writhing. The wish that Phoebe and I will one day be fucking like that against the wall, in bed, in the shower, and everywhere else, flashed across my mind. Phoebe had the soles of her feet resting on the edge of the pine center table. Her legs are wide apart and the robe is finally opened to reveal her black and red laced lingerie. My eyes land on how the curvature of the bodice outlines her perfectly plump breast. My heart began racing, faster and faster. Her hands are on her crotch, and she licks her lips because of knowing that I was watching her.

I whimper aloud my hips bucking meeting his thrusts in the middle and my male allows a vociferous growl part his mighty chest whilst his sharp teeth plunge into the tender flesh of my neck as we both reach euphoria as one. Phobos jerks wildly behind me discharging his semen into his pants with a clamorous snarl as my fluid flows out my content cunt to further dampen my already soaked panties. I take a good look at myself in the mirror my cheeks are flushed, my neck is bleeding to his possessive bite, my hair is dishevelled and my milk is smeared all over my breasts and belly and I like how I look. Phobos is always the artist and when he is done with working with the canvas that is my flesh,

“Exactly. I keep trying to brush it off, but I can’t stop feeling like something’s wrong. And then... there was today. When I went for a walk in the park, I saw him talking to Phoebe under the oak tree. They were too close. She was smiling at him, leaning in, and he wasn’t pulling away. It looked... I don’t know. It felt wrong, Nina.” Her brows furrowed deeply at my words, and she sat up straighter. “Talking to Phoebe? Like, just talking?” I shook my head. “No, it wasn’t just talking. Phoebe was flirting with him. I could tell. She was leaning in too close, smiling too much. And Ryker—he wasn’t acting uncomfortable. He was... smiling, too. It didn’t sit right with me.” Nina was quiet for a m

Standing at her 5'4", the petite mother was a vision of voluptuous perfection. Two huge teardrops hung high on her narrow chest, each one vastly larger than her head, spreading out to the sides and yet meeting back in the middle, purely due to their massive size. Round, firm, and jiggly, they were adorned with small areolas and cute sexy nipples, now standing fully erect under the worshiping gaze of her son and daughter. Below those flawless globes of boobacious magnificence, the motherly vixen sported a flat tummy and a narrow waist, and then a very enticing curve to her flaring hips and solid thighs. Her mature pussy was also completely shaven, with visibly engorged labia that shined from

“Yeah. I’ve got something else to show you. Left it in the living room—can I grab it?” “Sure, I’d be happy to look.” “Great. Be right back.” I nod, sit, and check my phone. No text from Ami. I send her a message to stay hydrated and rest, knowing she won’t see it yet, but it eases my mind. “Ready?” Phoebe calls from outside. “Yeah.” I frown, confused. Why’s she— She opens the door, and I see she’s naked. I cover my eyes fast.

I climbed the stairs quietly, my heart thudding. Their bed room door was cracked. I pushed it open. Phoebe was on her bed, dress rucked up around her waist, thighs spread wide, a thick dildo buried deep in her pussy. She was fucking herself hard, and fast, moaning my name over and over. “Damon…fuck, Damon, yes…” She froze when she saw me. Her eyes went wide, her cheeks flaming hot, the dildo still lodged inside her. She scrambled to cover herself, yanking the dress down, thighs snapping shut but it was too late.