Phoebe Zhang Nude Novels & Stories

Lorenzo told her with satisfaction and in awe. She watched him unzip his well-cut pants. Her eyes widened, a shred of awareness returning. His black briefs were skimmed off his lean hips a split second later. Receiving her first view of a fully aroused adult male shook Phoebe. And although Lorenzo was even more beautiful than she had naively imagined, he was considerably more intimidating. Belatedly conscious of her own nakedness, Phoebe sat up and wrenched at the sheet so that she could squirm beneath its cover, her heart pounding against her breastbone as if she had run a three-minute mile.

Phobos said he will feed tonight. After minutes of debating with myself I choose to not wear anything beneath my garments, he finds it to be hot when I am naked underneath so I shall ignite his passion this way. Dressed in a tight jumper and a loose woollen skirt that reaches all the way down to my ankles I commence fixing supper for the night. There is a slight soreness in my abdomen but other than that I feel normal. It shall surely take some time for me to get past the acute pain I underwent today mentally, but Phobos is there and I know for sure he shall heal me.

*She grinds her ass back teasingly, hedonistic eyes commanding as she spreads thighs wider, pussy lips parting invitingly, ready for filling. *Eyes widen in shock as they take in the scandalous scene before them - their best friend's mother, Stefanie, sprawled naked on the bed, laptop open to an array of hardcore pornography, her own body glistening with arousal. The provocative invitation hangs heavy in the air, a challenge issued directly to Y/N.*

She knew Gideon was taboo to Connor and his bottom line that no one could cross. Connor's expression turned icy at that thought. Even if Phoebe apologized this time, he wouldn't let the matter slide so easily! The tennis court wasn't enclosed. As soon as Connor thought that, he spotted Phoebe approaching from a distance. She wore a white tennis outfit, and her height—tall among women—made her stand out. Her legs were long and straight. Her outfit was simple, yet it looked good on her and even added a rare hint of youthfulness.

He circles my extra skin dangling down the sides of my shirt, and slips his hand into my shirt to cup my breast. “You’ve punished me for so long, princess…” Zane splits my legs and crushes his big body against mine, his rough hushed breath right on my skin. The position causes his length to drive up my wetness and I adjust to fit around him. “Remember that photo you flashed your pinkie?” I freeze… I freeze because I remember, clearly too! One time, I wore tennis shorts, pink panties beneath, and bent over for a shot, intentionally revealing my underwear. I posted it and immediately took it down. It was only for a minute and no one saw it!

After Phoebe finished washing, she opened the wardrobe and discovered that she hadn't bought any new clothes recently. They were all old clothes, and she had taken out a long—sleeved t—shirt along with jeans. Phoebe stood in front of the mirror and tied up her slightly curled waist—high hair to the back of her head, making it look like a very cute ball of hair. She pouted her cheeks and was a little chubby, causing her appearance to look as pure and cute as when she walked out of school.

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.

Louis frowned and turned on the light. “Phoebe, what are you doing?” Louis looked at Phoebe, wearing only a thin dress, and crouched in the corner of the wall. Two arms tightly wrapped around the thin body, dark eyes, dazed eyes as if delirious, looking at Phoebe's appearance at this time is no different from a scandal addict. Louis felt nauseated when he saw Phoebe's hideous appearance now, no matter how brutally tortured Phoebe had never been before, she had never looked like this beggar.

Celestine only nodded in response. Damien then lead her to his warehouse. He then opened the door to cell. Celestine was shocked to see the scene. Julie was crying, her eyes were swollen and dark shade of red. She was tied to a metal chair. Her eyes were looking at a particular direction. Celestine followed her line of site and froze. Amanda was laying naked and lifeless on ground. Her body was bruised and blood was dripping from her private part. Her eyes were lifeless.

The fabric instantly turned see-through. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Phoebe’s nipples were clearly visible—hard from the cold water, pressing against the wet material. She froze, eyes wide with horror as she tried to cover herself with her arms. Summer’s voice rang out, loud and fake-sweet. “Oh my God, Phoebe! Are you not wearing a bra? What kind of slut doesn’t wear a bra to school?” Her minions laughed. More students pulled out their phones. Whispers turned into loud murmurs.