Sophie Lawson Nudes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It had been a long time since she'd done anything that crazy. "All right, Senator, you're on". Six, stunned by the extent of his good fortune, turned and started to strip. Sophie smiled at this strange manifestation of modesty, unzipped her dress, and wriggled free. Her slip, bra, and panties followed. The clone shucked his shorts, turned, and took a sudden breath. She had smooth skin, dark tipped breasts, and a narrow waist. "You're beautiful". Sophie placed her hands on her hips. "Are you sure? I'm not a clone, you know. My right breast is larger than my left".

What could be so important? "Because this is a free country and I don't need to listen to you because I really don't have an interest in what you say about how I should dress!" Sophie has long wavy brown hair that compliments her seemingly black eyes. She also has a body that I could only dream of having. If you can’t tell by now Sophie and I are sharp opposites. She goes shopping every weekend and gets her nails done. Not to mention all of the guys that ask her out on a daily basis.

The mattress dipping beside me. I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Then her voice—barely a whisper, trembling just enough to make my cock twitch against my thigh. “Please don’t make me leave.” I roll over slowly. Sophie is kneeling on the edge of the bed in nothing but an oversized band tee—mine, actually, one I left here last summer—and white cotton panties that ride high on her hips. No bra. Her nipples are already peaked against the thin cotton. Hair messy from sleep (or nerves). Cheeks flushed. Eyes wide and glassy like she’s been crying or touching herself or both.

Sophie flung the towel and said urgently, “Al, massage my body too.” I almost went berserk with madness when I saw her perfect nude body. Her ripe breasts were waiting to be fondled and the slit between her legs was enticing me, its folds pinkish and inviting. Katy was still guiding my hand with her own, directing it towards Sophie’s flat abdomen. “Here, massage the muscles and then go upwards.

Lila and Sophia danced for me like they were born to please. Lila had long, dark hair that swayed with every movement, full red lips, heavy breasts that bounced as she spun, and a round, firm ass that jiggled enticingly. Sophia had blonde curls bouncing around her shoulders, bright blue eyes full of mischief, a leaner athletic body with perky breasts and long, toned legs that looked endless. Both were completely naked.

Photos from the gala flooded the internet. Sophia standing beneath the ballroom lights. Guests whispering. Security escorting her away. And finally, the image that had already gone viral— Sophia in handcuffs. Alexander’s jaw tightened. Julian kept scrolling. “It’s worse than that.” Alexander looked at him. “What now?” Julian showed him another breaking headline. “Sophia Lawson Attempts Escape from Police Detention.” Alexander frowned. “She tried to escape?” “Apparently during processing,” Julian replied. “She pretended to faint and tried to run.”

Blaze said I clenched my hands. I will kill whoever took and posted these pictures. Yes. She's a goddess in those pictures, but I don't like that other people see her wearing those f*cking clothes. It's too revealing. Her body is too exposed. It's only for my eyes! Damn! I'm very possessive when it comes to Sophie, but you can't blame me because she's so nice, kind, and... ahem, s-sexy. In short, she's perfect and because of that, I have a lot of rivals when it comes to her. I'm just afraid I'll lose her again, and I can't take that. I already lost her once, so I can't afford to lose her a second time around.

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.

It didn't look like their bikinis were going to stay on for long. "Hi Simon," said a voice behind him. Simon turned, and saw Sophie. And even after all he had experienced in the past few hours, the sight of her took his breath away. Sophie wasn't wearing the red t-shirt anymore. She was wearing a lacy, tight, silky, dark purple blouse that showed her midriff, her shoulders, and most of her tits. If there had been any less of it, Simon thought, it probably would have counted as lingerie. Sophie's heart-shaped, innocent face wore an expression of shy, nervous excitement. But Simon let himself drink in a very long look somewhere else before he looked back at her face. Sophie's tits were even bi

"Trust me on this one, mom. Right now, I am not Hailey, okay? I'm Felisha Hughes. Your model. The one who has been modeling your line all these years." I can see the question in her eyes but it was gone quickly when I saw the group, whom I was dreading the most, came to approaches us. Sophie has a wide smile spreading onto her face and her red fiery hair straight and swaying behind her back. She was wearing a pretty pastel white-nude dress, a crochet cardigan, and brown booties. Nico/Sheen was wearing a simple black shirt with a side pocket that has an Aztec design on it and black pants.