Skins Maxxie Tony Novels & Stories

Tony perused it quickly, nodding when he saw the amount, but when he flipped it back and read the whole front, his gaze darkened and his eyes did a slow look at her body. “Well, now! I didn’t think you were the kind of girl who turned into a... whore…” “I’m not a whore,” she said heatedly. “There’s no sex involved.” “And this Magnus Karlsen knows that, does he?” “Of course he does,” Sunny countered, even though, in the back of her mind, the thought of having sex with Magnus didn’t sound so unpleasant. Tony nodded, but the look on his face said he didn’t believe her. “If you change your mind on that, let me know. We could always use a beauty like you in other… aspects of the family business.”

Tony saw his friends so he went ahead to join them as he sat on one of the chairs for Exclusive customers and enjoyed their wines as they were also watching the strippers. "What happened, why do you look so angry all of a sudden?" Richard asked. "Someone just got me pissed" Tony replied as he filled his wine glass cup with wine and drank it immediately. "Slow down man," Max said to Tony in a comforting manner. Tony was so upset and the only thing that could calm him down now was the wine he was drinking, he had given up after searching round the club if he would find a beautiful pony lady but he didn't and now that he knew that Alex was in the same place as him he got so angry about it and h

"I'm sure people ask all the time. I've just never seen anything like that." He glanced over briefly at the older man and shrugged. "I guess that's okay," he said, shrugging and nodding at her. "Do you want to leave the room Tony?" he asked, looking over at the tattooist. Tony shrugged. "I ain't gonna be lookin' at that shit," he said, drawing a laugh from Jessie. The heavily pierced young man stood and unzipped his black jeans, pulling out his semi-erect penis and basically presenting it to Jessie. He stood close to her chair, and the organ was a little above eye-level for her and maybe a foot away.

He nodded and looked back down. Finally, Dillon hooked a finger under the elastic of Tony's boxers again and pulled them down a ways. Tony breathed a sigh of relief. The fresh air on his skin felt great, especially since he had started to keep himself clean shaven. Once Dillon pulled them down far enough, he looked at 'Tony' with hunger. Typically to his benefit, Tony was decently sized and had large loads. Most women were never able to take him past the halfway point, or swallow him in one go due to the taste. For some reason though, Tony felt that Dillon would get it almost immediately. The kid adapted to things quickly. "Sir? I can really-" Dillon started, but Tony cut in.

Tony handed him his own glass of booze and they down it together, and after two more they wiped their mouth with the back of their hand. "Let's do this man." Tony's eyes scanned the crowd and it wasn't long before he found something interesting. "He squeezed his shoulder a little and pointed a brown skinned lady, she wore a short red skirt and a somewhat white colored crop top, her long legs were complimented by the heels she wore and the skirt hugged her ass in a nice way.

I also find his energy infectious, and he clearly takes pride in his appearance. He has crazy styled red hair that is spiked in multiple directions and deep hazel eyes that, are warm and friendly. But there is an edge in them, which I can tell will settle any troublemaker. Soon though, I start to feel the need to dance. “Give it a rest Rex, she isn't here to listen to you talk about work.” Says Tony. “I’m gonna see if I can get a drink, anyone else want one?” “Sure!” We all answer at once, which makes us start laughing.

Ever since, he wore boxers around the apartment instead of nothing at all. "You look amazin' when you blush, y'know that?" Tony said warmly as he reached out and ran his thumb across his cheek. "U-uh, is it that noticeable? Haha, I just need you that bad, Sir. P-please, can I?" "I suppose I can indulge my little faggots gluttonous appetite for punishment," he mock-groaned in response and got up to stand on his knees above him. God damn it was he easy on the eyes. It wasn't even summer yet so Tony didn't have much of a tan but he would. Boy, would he and it would be glorious. Dillon loved his skin tone and smoothness. He didn't mind body hair, he just preferred smooth. Luckily Tony had the pe

"OK, Maxine, for the next hour or so you're going to be a cock hungry slut. Start by worshipping that lovely hard dick in front of you. He's a big boy, Maxine. Make him feel good, but no climax please." Maxine leaned forwards, and took Tony's cock in one hand. Tony was not excessively long, at around six or seven inches, but had an impressive girth. Scott was a completely straight man, but recognised a nice dick when he saw one. How, Scott wanted to know, would Maxine handle what twitched and throbbed in front of her?

The ladies came out laughing and feeling very tired. Tony took an extra ten minutes in the bathroom before emerging. He wiped his chiseled body and walked confidently to his closet. Despite not having any special occasion, Tony put on a simple t-shirt, and yet he still managed to look like a Greek god. Tony's chiseled body was a work of art, with sharp lines and defined muscles that would make any sculptor envious. His piercing brown eyes were captivating, and his nose was perfectly proportioned to his face. He had a strong jawline and full lips that always seemed to be smiling.

Her perfectly sized boobs, long legs, curves that made her look like she was drawn to perfection. Trent felt his trouser buldge. As much as he hated to admit it, Cassie looked better than Misty. He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “God, I’m such an idiot.” The thought made his chest ache, or maybe it was his ego. Probably both. “Damn, bro,” Tony said taking in Trent's hard on. “Didn’t know you missed me that much.” Trent groaned, adjusting his jacket like that could erase his humiliation. “Go to hell.”