Sophie Wu Nude Novels & Stories

Instead, I try to watch passively as Desiree gently cleans the wound. "Is that okay?" Desiree asks, pressing a warm, wet cloth to the graze. "Yeah, that's..." Sophie answers, but her words seem to trail away as a single tendril of warm water runs down her collarbone and into her cleavage. From where the dress has been slipped off her shoulder, I guess she's not wearing a bra, and when my eyes drift further down, I see Sophie's nipples are growing hard, visible through the thin fabric of her dress. My cock twitches at the sight.

“That’s a given. Look at who’s in front of me,” Sophie Kenwick said. “Pick a few nice ones and publish them on Weibo. Many people are waiting for you to share those photos, so don’t let them down,” Xyla Quest said. However, Sophie frowned and lamented, “To be honest, I don’t want to share these photos with those people. They were horrible to me earlier.” “You don't have to if you don’t want to,” Xyla said.

“Take your shirt off.” She didn’t hesitate. Sophie grabbed the hem of her tiny tank top and peeled it off in one smooth motion. Her perfect tits spilled free: full, perky, with hard pink nipples just begging to be sucked. She tossed the shirt aside and sat there on her knees, completely topless, looking at me like she’d been waiting years for this moment. “Like what you see..?” she asked, voice sweet but filthy. I was rock-hard now, cock straining painfully against my jeans.

I clutched my chest as I rolled face down against my bed, squealing like a Lycan cub given candy. "Is everything alright with you?" Sophia voiced her concerns. I turned around, standing upright on my bed as I watched Sophia take off her crop top and her leather pants, leaving her unclad before me. We had seen each other naked numerous times, so it wasn't anything embarrassing for either of us. Besides, seeing her naked didn't make me feel anything down there.

Chapter 1 Sophie POV “Oh fuck, yes, daddy, just like that,” I moaned out loud, my voice bouncing off the walls in the stillness of my bedroom while I stared at the laptop screen, my fingers sliding quicker and deeper between my spread legs. The laptop balanced right on my pillow, showing that video where the man drove his cock hard into the woman, telling her she was his dirty little fucktoy as she pleaded for him to go deeper and fill her up completely.

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.

Rather than hiding as she might have done before, Vivienne openly responded to the curious glances cast her way, her smiling eyes even scanning the entrance. Sophie parked the car and entered the coffee shop, immediately spotting Vivienne in a wheelchair with her right leg in a cast amidst the numerous patrons. With a calm gaze, Sophie headed toward an empty space. The moment Sophie appeared, the surrounding patrons became restless. They pulled out their phones, disregarding privacy concerns. They eagerly anticipated capturing sensational scenes like hair-pulling, slapping, or even just coffee-spilling, all of which would make for juicy footage.

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.

Trent and Sophie. Sophie is in sunglasses, the wind breaking through her hair as she walks in a pair of grey sweatpants. Trent's gaze is fixed on me, a smirk on his face. Maybe Russia was not a good idea after all... ^^^^

“There is nothing wrong with me.” A finger wagged between us. The green-coated fingernail glistened in the sunlight. Sophie made a tsking sound with her tongue. “Uh uh.” The finger pointed at her exposed inner thigh. There was a trail of goosebumps along the area covering up to her stomach.