Taylor Higgins Nude Novels & Stories

“Yeah right. She hates you Zephyr. Once she figures out how to play with the bond, you in for a lot of trouble.” He slid his phone over to me, there was a picture on it. The Mall camera had caught Taylor climbing down a flight of stairs. She wore jeans and a crop top. Her hair left to fall over her shoulders. She looked small, graceful and the way the top hug up, made me wonder her big those boobs really were. Unconsciously, I licked my lips. “You know, I hear she is having a bachelorette party tonight. She will doll up and everything. Wanna come?” Theo whispered.

"Taylor was found by someone by the river at dawn today. She has already been sent to the hospital, but many bystanders have discovered her identity and even took photos and uploaded them online..." Mr. Scott frowned slightly and said with melancholy, "Send someone to the hospital first." In the dressing room, Kristen had finished her makeup. She took the phone from Anna. The headline was that Taylor was lying by the river in white silk pajamas. There was a bruise on her wrists and ankles, and her lipstick was already messed up. She looked like she had been tainted. These photos made people think too much. "Miss Oliver, the news went viral online just now, but we can"t find anything now. the

My mate was wearing my coat and not even her shoes could be seen in that coat. “Why are you covering up? You look breathtaking, men would kill to see those beautiful long legs,” Taylor said, and my mate looked down and then back at her. “I don’t like the male gaze, it makes me uncomfortable,” she whispered but we all heard her. The pain in her voice as she said that. I could tell that it took a lot of courage for her to say it out loud like that. Come to think of it, all this time when I met her she was always half naked.

I say, sending her running out of the room. I turn to Taylor who is looking as beautiful as ever, her brown-black long and curly hair let to fall freely and her lips red even with the light lipstick on her full lips, her grey eyes captivating as well as enchanting. Her pink crop top showing a little of her fair skin and her black mini skirt cut above the kneeling to proudly flaunt out her perfect legs, which bare a darker shade because of the Taylor black hose she's wearing and her legs are also three inches black heel. I feel myself longing and I have to hold myself so I don't devour her right here right now. When I look up at her again, she's is looking anywhere but at me. "That lie wasn't

Right then, I heard it, a door opening. My head snapped around, and there he was-- Mr Buggs. Naked like he was in the shower, thick long cock bobbing in the air, uncut head shiny and dripping. He wrapped his veiny hands on his huge pipe, giving it one hard long stroke from tip to base. My orgasm hit me, his name falling out of my lips. "Mr...Mr Buggs....." Cunt clenching hard around Taylor's fingers. He smirked creepily, shaking off his hard cock before heading back into his room.

“You won’t want to miss this show.” He tugs his shirt over his head and tosses it aside, revealing miles of bare skin at his torso. Hugh’s not a gym buff, but between his Alpha genes and the amount he does work out, he’s deliciously toned. He flexes a little as I look, and I would have probably laughed if fear wasn’t still gripping me about what’s to happen next. Hugh kicks off his shoes and socks, then unbuckles his tight leather pants and peels them down his legs. When he stands straight again, he is fully naked, his dick hard and swollen. He grips it and strokes it as he looks at me.

I start scrolling and sure enough, there is a picture of me, a naked picture of me that has gone viral. I have no idea when this picture was taken, but it looks like it's in Mack's old living room. I'm sitting naked on the table, legs spread with my hand between them. My eyes are closed and my head is leaned back, pushing my breasts forward. It's obvious that it's a screenshot from Mack's Instagram account. His handle name is right on the top. The caption makes me start to hyperventilate. News Four Sports Producer by day, soccer groupie by night…Tiffany Wendel is the reining champion of the Texas Mutiny's Blow Job Races. Easy on the eyes and easy in the bedroom. She's the man of Rowen Flanig

Like that, he began pounding into him with Sean moaning like each moan would reduce $100 bucks from a fictional ten-million-dollar debt. Sean's own cock kept swaying each time his torso advanced. It couldn't be helped. "Guys, please focus on the exam." The teacher helplessly reminded. "You think it's easy to do that when there's premium entertainment going on behind us?" "Not happening, sir." Teacher Gabriel had to implore, "Guys, please. Save Sean some dignity. You've seen enough of his nakedness. Stop looking, alright. I won't look at them as well. I know they're close to cumming and Sean wouldn't want to be seen when he's doing that. So please, spare him that little private time, okay?"

It definitely flipped something carnal on inside me. He was wearing a black dress jacket and a light blue button down shirt with black dress pants. Yummy … with a spoon. “Jules there are literally no pics of you on the site. I insist that the world see how sex kitten you look, my masterpiece,” Taylor said, dropping under the counter lift and moving out into the lobby. There were easily thirty customers standing around, waiting to order, waiting on orders. Everyone turned to watch our little spectacle. “I like to think I helped,” Dante said, flashing his perfect smile.

“Watching a movie. Loud one.” Jake frowned. “With the door locked? And it sounded like a girl.” Greg shrugged. “Adult movie. Needed privacy. You’re early.” Jake tried to peer past him. “Why’s your room locked if you’re in my old—” The door had swung open a little more. Taylor’s pink shorts were visible on the floor. Jake’s eyes widened. Then Taylor decided fuck it. She stood up naked, cum streaked across her body and walked to the door. Jake’s mouth dropped open.