Sage Phillips Nude Novels & Stories

SOPHIA LANCASTER Phillip quickly closed the folder. His hands were suddenly shaking. He looked around the empty patio in a panic, checking to see if anyone else was watching us. "Where did you get this?" Phillip hissed at me. His voice was a tight, terrified whisper. "I have my ways," I said smoothly. "I know exactly who you really are, Phillip. You play the rich, successful board member. You wear the expensive watches. You drink the nice scotch. But your personal bank accounts are completely empty."

On a shorter neck I scrolled through the pictures from ten years ago on his F******k profile. Short neck, slightly less reddish brown beard. On the profile from three years ago, the first few pictures posted had the same features. The ones over the last two years however…. Sage returned with the water and a can of Pepsi she'd already drank half of. “It's not the same person." I remarked, collecting the bottle of water from her with an appreciative nod. “Yeah, we established that." She retook her spot beside me.

He smiled and said, "There's no need for thanks between us. I'll head back now. See you tomorrow at the hospital court!" "See you!" Tiana waved at him cheerfully. When she got upstairs, she found Sage sprawled out on the couch, fast asleep. She was dressed in a modest nightgown. Her cheeks were rosy, and her lips were slightly swollen. Her appearance was just too captivating. Unable to resist, Tiana snapped a couple of photos and sent them to Priscilla. "Priscilla, forget about hiring a spokesperson for Mimosa. Just use this photo of Sage. It'll definitely make everyone's heart flutter!

She peered around the edge and silently gasped. Phillip stood in the center of the room, leaning on his cane. His chest was bare, and the muscles of his body gleamed in the lamplight. His body was beautiful, with lean ropes of muscles on his abdomen. She'd imagined seeing him again a thousand times, but she noticed he was thinner, much thinner than last year. He had lost much of his body mass due to being inactive. Yet he was still beautiful, still achingly, maddeningly handsome.

She was 98% naked–only a small towel covering her buttocks and another handkerchief–size towel around her chest. As she thought about it, the three giant–naked men reappeared from the bathroom. Soon after, Philip poured massage oil in a bowl, applied it on her back, and instantly started to market his talent. The other two joined him a while later, one working on her toes, while Mark scrubbed her shoulders. Before long, Philip's delicate, slippery fingers started to pierce through the towel, touching the swell of her bottoms. The feeling was heaven, especially with the magnificent pair of masculine arms stroking and squeezing her legs, her thighs, and her shoulders.

“I can’t believe this. I should be glad I don’t have to see his face.” My eyes drifted to the wall across from the bed—a large framed photo I hadn’t noticed in the dark last night. Sage, in a black suit, standing on some cliff overlooking the forest, wind ruffling his hair. The sunlight caught his features perfectly—sharp jaw, intense eyes, and that effortless, devastating handsomeness that made my breath catch even now. “Wow,” I whispered before I could stop myself, a small smile tugging at my lips. “I never knew he could be this handsome.”

I grazed it and goosebumps erupted from our skin and we moaned in unison. I hiked my thigh further up as he shamelessly ground his hips on it. I kissed him again, this time slipping my tongue in his mouth. I took off Sage's shirt and pulled a nipple into my mouth, my tongue flickered the bud and circled around it. I nipped at it with my teeth and soothed it with my tongue. Sage's hand was in my hair, tugging and pulling them in different directions. Sage's body was trembling like it was on fire and I was the only one who could put it off.

He wanted nothing more than to ride over and put a fist through the Prince’s face, but Vanguard’s hand on his shoulder held him back. The sight before them was galling: Snow White’s naked body was propped up on the Prince’s horse, her back pressed against Philip’s chest. Her legs were spread wide, her hips hoisted high. Thwack, thwack, thwack! The Prince’s hot rod invaded her from behind, thrusting greedily in rhythm with the horse’s gallop. Her lush breasts swayed violently with every stride of the warhorse. Prince Philip ground his hips, hammering his meat into her tight, unresponsive hole. As his shaft slid in and out, her petals flared like a working piston, leaking sweet nectar until sh

The stream titled “Kane Princess – Total Surrender” shattered every previous record. Over 450,000 viewers were tuned in live as Sophia was placed on the transparent glass platform. Her legs were locked obscenely wide in stirrups, arms bound tightly behind her back, forcing her heavy, milk-swollen breasts to thrust forward like an offering. The bright studio lights left nothing hidden. Elias started by slamming his thick cock balls-deep into her dripping cunt in one savage thrust. Sophia screamed, the wet, filthy squelch echoing as her pussy stretched around him. Lucian immediately forced his cock down her throat, bulging her neck visibly.

Alpha Sage was apparently the type that liked it rough, making it all the more enjoyable. Sage was satisfied at giving her an orgasm and quickly brought her to his bed, knowing it was finally time for the main event of the day. He quickly took off his clothes, discarding them and stripping until he was down to only his boxers. He carefully and teasingly brought his boxers down, freeing his ten inch cock