Sebastian Croft Nude Novels & Stories

’ he screamed inwardly. Curiously, Sandra walked beside her fiancé and took a look at the phone to see what made Sebastian become speechless and stunned. Her eyes instantly glinted upon seeing Sebastian and Simon's baby picture who were both naked together in one frame. “You are so cute,” she commented. Sebastian couldn't respond nor react because he was embarrassed that his mother really chose that picture when she can upload a decent one and not then in a birthday suit! Even though they were still toddlers in that photo, it was not quite right to post it publicly because he knew it would be spread out and worse be featured on the news in national television!

The room was dimly lit, the flickering glow of a single candle casting long shadows on the walls. Sebastian sat on a black leather couch, his shirt discarded and his chest gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat. His hand gripped a small vial filled with a crimson liquid, its contents shimmering in the light. Sandra leaned against the edge of the table, completely naked, her hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, her curves illuminated by the candlelight. Her eyes darted to the vial in Sebastian’s hand, curiosity and greed burning in her gaze.

"Just five more, Sebastian." So I settle on a pair of black hotpants that just barely covers my ass, a slight hint of bum crease visible, just below my belly, but not too low. Then a tight little red crop that is just barely covering my breasts. My stomach is very much bare, slightly tanned, and toned. As he lifts his head to urge me on again, I watch as his eyes grow wide and his jaw drops to the floor. "My beloved, are you really going to wear that?"

Theo grabs the crutches and hands them to Sebastian. - I'm all wet and full of soap. I can't support you. - Just the crutches. – Sebastian says, moving towards the bathroom. Seeing Sebastian's difficulty, Theo grabs him, filling him with foam, and leaving his hands free to pee. - Aaaaaahhhhhhh. What a relief. Sebastian says, making Theo giggle. – You're naked. – he adds, looking at Theo’s cock. - I was in the shower. Nobody showers with clothes on. – he says, laughing.

“Sebastian. One of Rhys’s frat brothers. You must be the famous little stepsister he’s been hiding from us.” I blushed deeply. “Um… hi. Yeah, I’m Brooke.” Sebastian’s eyes dragged slowly down my body, lingering on my bare legs and the way Rhys’s oversized shirt hung off one shoulder. His smirk widened. “I have to say,” he continued casually, “you sounded incredible last night. Those sweet little moans while Rhys was fucking you… really fucking pretty. I stroked my cock the whole time listening to you.” My face burned scarlet. I froze, spatula hovering over the pan. Fresh heat flooded between my legs. Rhys’s cum was still inside me, and now I was getting wet again — my pussy throbbing at Seba

“I can't wait to have that big dick of yours inside of me daddy…see you soon. And below that, he replied: “I never knew you were this wet for your step daddy.” Then a video, 0:52. My thumb hovered, my heart slamming so loud I could feel it in my clit again. I pressed play. The screen filled with Sebastian. Shirtless, in low lighting; probably his study or bedroom after mom went to sleep. Sweat already gleaming on his chest. His hand was wrapped around a thick cock; darker than I'd imagined, veined with the tip flushed dark pink. He stroked himself slowly, from the base to head, twisting a little at the crown the way guys do when they're really worked up.

It almost feels like Earth was reformed and goes back to the state of hers which she's proud of—and the sun—shining through the billowing clouds, kisses my skin and the world seems to stand still. I smile. There's nothing like a peaceful escape from the chaotic world of civilization. “You’re awake,” Sebastian's voice comes from behind. I sweep my attention to him. He's topless, bathe with perspiration that gives his body a glinting display. His chests and shoulders are broad and it looks as strong as it feels. His abdomen is completed with a pack of hard abs. So visible, so clear, so eye-catching. His arms are veiny and his fingers are long—the same fingers he used last night to touch me.

I also see a story on the fact that Sebastian doesn't have any social media, but I think that's both a good and bad thing (mostly good) at this point in time. The video results are old interviews he has done in the past. I click on the most popular one, showcasing Sebastian's ability to make himself look like a drunken fool on television towards a reporter on ACCESS Hollywood asking about his life of debauchery. I click on the next one from 2006, MTV Cribs, of him showing America around his multi-million-dollar mansion in Beverly Hills with the crudest humor carrying on throughout the video as he gives the camera crew a tour of his lavish, draw dropping-beautiful property. Once scene even sh