Sage Parker Nude Novels & Stories

Just as I hear the rhythmic click of heels and the buzz of conversation, my eyes are drawn to a picture that catches me off guard. It’s Sage on her knees looking up at someone. It’s not hard to guess from the angle what she is doing. There is a birthmark on his hip which I will check to make sure it isn’t Xavier. I quickly close down the pictures before locking the computer and rush to the edge of the office door. I stand still as a statue as Sage walks in.