Piper_quinn Nudes Novels & Stories

"She's a mortal, Your Highness. Of this world. Even mortals from our world could not feel the bond unless the shifter is in danger." "Do you think I don't know that?" Primo snapped, and he ducked his head again. Frustrated, he fisted my hand and punched it against his chest repeatedly. "Look at me. I have never been this vulnerable, Gresser. I've never been this sick," he said firmly, gritting his teeth. Never in his wildest teeth did he imagine those words ever to be connected with him. Then he pointed a hand at the bright moon overhead. "That is not our Moon Goddess! I don't know what kind of moon that is, but it keeps tugging on my power like some gravity. I could feel my soul and wolf ri

“It’s not news, Pipe. It’s you!” Sabrina takes the phone from Jordan and mashes down on the link, which opens directly to the school’s website. From there is a small black box with a white triangle that she clicks and right away Piper and I are treated to a full view of us. We’re naked in living color. That night we got super freaky and I had her strip for me. Shit. It's all there. My head between her legs; her riding me. Every position. Us all over the room. Including her blowing my mind—and my dick. What the fuck? “Who would do this,” Piper says. “It’s wrong. That’s private. It has to be illegal.”

she asks me, gesturing to herself. Yes, yes I want this. I want to drive into her while her legs are wrapped around my waist. I want to take her in every position imaginable. I want to hear her call my name as she moans. But she doesn’t know my name. F&ck. Before I can say anything else, Piper stands up and removes her dress. She is wearing a tiny black thong and no bra. Her breasts are perfect globes, ready to be eaten.

The boxers went soon after, and I hissed as the cool night air surrounded my hard, exposed dick. In my bedroom, I ripped off my shirt and undershirt, so that when I finally toppled onto the bed, I did so entirely naked. Maybe, I reasoned, if I gave into my fantasies just this once, they would go away. I couldn’t have Piper in the flesh, and that might have been part of her allure. If I imagined her and brought myself to completion, then I’d likely be able to let her go. Resolved, I wasted no more time and took myself in hand.

I asked myself, I took the cell phone that I had to one side and with the light of the screen I prepared to shine towards his bed. "It can't be" I brought my hand to my mouth with what I was witnessing. Piper was lying naked on her back while Trisha was on top with her face immersed in her vagina making movements with her tongue, she took her legs, opening them like a scissors, at the same time inserting two fingers into her vagina over and over again at any point. address. What I saw was enough for me, I pressed the lock button on my cell phone and got back on the bed.

she shot back with confidence. She freed her hold on my cock and undid the button of her jeans. In one smart move, she slipped her jeans off, revealing a pair of red G-string. I held my breath for some seconds, my cock becoming wat harder than before. “Is that a dare?” I grinned in anticipation. Piper smirked, pulling her panties down slowly, revealing a neatly shaven pussy. “I'm gonna make you cum sonhard, you won't forget this pussy for years to come.”

Piper crossed the remaining distance in seconds and dropped to her knees, pressing her face into Nana’s lap like she had done as a child. “I didn’t take anything,” she said, the words spilling out raw and broken. “I didn’t take it. I swear, Nana. I didn’t.” Nana’s hands came down immediately, sure and steady, cupping Piper’s head. “I know, baby,” she said without hesitation. “I know.” The sound that left Piper wasn’t polite. It was the kind of cry you didn’t shape for anyone. Her shoulders shook as she clung to Nana, grief and anger and humiliation finally given permission to breathe.

"I need to report—" A faint moan halted her words. Piper's gaze lifted, and her heart sank. On Oscar's phone, a video played – Piper's image, entwined with Oscar's, in an intimate position. The video quality was blurry and unclear, but despite that, the content was easily recognizable and undeniable. Piper's gaze dropped, her shoulders slumping under the weight of humiliation. Her voice cracked, "You have no right to do this. How on earth do you get this video?" she spat, trying to maintain composure.

Piper’s lips part, her face pale as she stares back at us. “What?” Piper’s voice is small, almost childlike. Her eyes widen before a choked laugh slips out. “No, that’s—Sadie, you can’t just say something like that.” Her voice cracks, rising higher with every word. “You can’t—” I whip my head toward Sadie. She remains quiet, her face pale, shoulders trembling, and eyes locked on Piper with certainty. Terrifying, immovable certainty. “I’m not… I can’t be. That’s not—” Piper continues, her hands fluttering near her stomach as though the gesture alone could prove Sadie wrong.

That I wear crazy black lingerie that barely covers my ass, and pasties on my tits, swaying and dancing like a goddess, swimming in cash from men who throw hundred dollar notes like they're pouring away water. The cruel sound of the club music fills the room as Pippa plays the video again, she’s terrifyingly good. Even a straight lady will be gone staring at the way she’s doing it. Just how much of her body does she show to people? That's the question screaming in my mind as we watch the video. But that's not the terrying part, what if people that actually knows her see me, or maybe they come for me thinking I'm her? "Pippa?" I call out, my tone sounding hushed and panicked.