Sage Phillips Nude Novels & Stories

Fiona, who had kept herself busy with Vampire diaries on N*****x, rushed off to get the door. Her eyes widened when she saw Sage. His green eyes shine brightly, with a smile dancing on his lips. Sage wore a shirt with the upper bottoms out of place, revealing his super-toned chest skin. He is fucking sexy! Well, this wasn’t the first time she saw Sage, but he looked different this time. Was she horny? Is her previous coming? She wondered, trying to figure out what had prompted her to think of her son’s friend in a different light. “Good evening, Mrs Fiona.” Sage greeted in a cheerful tone.

“Matteo Miller Moretti is the baby’s father.” Sage parted her lips to say something, but words failed her. “What the hell is coming out of your mouth? Where did you and Moretti meet?” I reached for my phone, which was face down on the chair beside me. I unlocked it and scrolled to my gallery. Then I passed it over to Sage. The look of shock in her eyes at the first picture didn’t go unnoticed. Pictures of Matt and me in the Bahamas. From the birthday night surprises to the beach pictures. The more Sage scrolled, the more shocked she looked. Her eyes were glued to the phone until the very last picture.

Similarly to how he was doing since the beginning of his vacation in country X, Philip sneaked out to go to a club; throwing off his bodyguards along the way so no one could monitor him and reveal his doings to his father. Purposely messy chestnut brown hair, bright brown eyes, thin red lips, a straight well-proportioned long nose, and a perfect set of white teeth. Philips has an attention-grabbing mole on his chin. He was dressed in a white short-sleeved tee shirt with black cargo pants. One word; he's hot!

Mathilda explained. "No! She is lying. I didn't kill her and what proof she has." Athena was confident that without any proof police won't touch her. "I have all the proofs of your illegal supplying of drugs and killing innocent children." Celestine nodded her head to Brad and he plugged the USB into the big projector. It was a short video clip where she choked a 10 years boy to death and threw his body to the wolf. The big screen flashed with photographs of Athena taking money for drugs and dagger in her hand.

Philip turned quickly, reached out and grabbed her wrist gently. “Maddy, I’m not rejecting you, quite the opposite. Sit, have some food and wine and we will talk.” “Tell me what’s wrong with you first, in case I have to get Andre and explain what’s happening.” Philip sighed. How do you tell a stranger that just seeing her made you so hard, you could pound nails. “It’s embarrassing.” Philip said as he shifted in his seat. “Philip, I work in an elite club, your clients try to pay me thousands of dollars just to see me naked, ain’t much I haven’t seen.”

"Lily, what the fuck are you doing?" Aiden growls, turns out he was the person approaching us, "Cover yourself now.” "This is a nude photoshoot, I have to be nude. Since when are you two such prudes, huh?" I ask and the attention whore side of me is loving having their eyes on me. At the same time. Once upon a time, Virgin Lily dreamt about this situation... but those dreams ended a lot more dirty than anyone could imagine, "They said I'm so perfect, I don't even need much make up."

“Craig…fuck, right there…” Heat flooded my body and I knew I should walk away. Instead, I stepped closer, pressing my back to the wall beside the door. Through the narrow gap I could see them. Sophia was on her back, legs spread wide, completely naked. Craig, her boyfriend, was between her thighs, his muscular back flexing as he thrust into her with deep, steady strokes. The wet, filthy sound of his thick cock sliding in and out of her pussy filled the room. Sophia’s full breasts bounced with every impact, her nipples hard and dark.

Wiggy brushed Phillip's grip from his collar, “Get over yourself, Philly, we'll save her right away! After all his name is Edmund, it's not that hard to remember, is it!" The young man took his flute, played several notes. As the beat progressed, the pixies surrounding Wiggy grew in number, creating a large colony of glowing insects. An Elf that Phillip knew named Noby came over. He said the landing was ready. Wiggy immediately took Phillip out of the weapon room to the outer part of the Northern Territory, precisely on a high cliff. There are small mushrooms arranged to lighten the path which they would make as a 'landing'. Wiggy spread his wings, showing some bandages to patch the wound th

The smallest hint of a tattooed-covered upper body licks the top of his crisp white shirt, while his slicked-back hair makes him look like some sort of suave businessman. I would have thought he was attractive, as all the Volkov men are, but the coldness and absolute nothing behind Sage’s blue eyes are unnerving. It’s like looking at a video of a calm ocean; beauty and serenity on the surface, but you know beneath it's claimed the lives of thousands of people. Sage never comes down here and I briefly wonder why he’s come to the cafeteria of all places when he walks straight towards us. “Oh, my Gods,” I groan and turn to face Rebecca. “He’s not coming over here, is he?”

The space was cramped—barely enough room to breathe—but that only made it hotter. Mara kept her eyes fixed on the projector screen where a grainy black-and-white photo of Sylvia Plath stared back at the room. She tried to look attentive. Normal. Bored, even. Under the desk, Sage was anything but bored. She had already tugged Mara’s leggings and black cotton boyshorts down just far enough—mid-thigh—so the fabric bunched at her knees like shackles. Mara’s pussy was exposed, already slick from the anticipation that had been building since Sage texted her at 8:47: