Taylor Higgins Nude Novels & Stories

Connor said, and he and I switched places. "Wait, can you both at least get naked. I would like to taste Wade while you go down on me, Connor. I want your cock in my mouth Wade while I ride Connor's mouth," Taylor commanded. My cock has been trying to burst free from my pants this whole time. There was no way I was going to deny her. "As you wish, you little seductress," I cooed as I stood and stripped bare, my cock jutting out to attention right before Taylor's eyes. Taylor licked her lips as she watched me crawl back up onto the couch.

“And why are you half naked?” She finally noticed that Taylor was clad in nothing but a towel, droplets of water glistening on his sculpted physique. For a moment, she lost all focus! How can there be such a perfect body? “Hey! Stop looking at my chest and answer me!” Taylor said through gritted teeth. Then, it seemed as though realization had finally dawned on him. He asked, “I know you. You were the one who bumped into me last Friday. Did you stalk me after meeting me for the first time?”

Apple took the box and walked away and I bent down and picked up the pictures. ‘Holy Hera!’ Zinnia exclaimed, almost shoving me into the back of our minds. Her excitement mixed up with mine so while I wanted to turn red with steam coming out of my ears and head, it made me blush with excitement and my mouth water with desire. The first picture was Hendrix at a gym, shirtless, sweaty and fucking hot. He was lifting a barbell with one hand. My goodness. This man is ripped.

I lean toward her and whisper, ‘It's not the werewolves you should be afraid of. ‘What do you mean?’ She asks, and I can’t answer for what happens next surprises us both. Sir Hugo strips naked in front of us and jumps into the wooden tub of water. The bathwater spills over the sides, onto the wooden floor, revealing a back covered in scars from past lashings. ‘What?’ He asks nonchalantly, clearly not caring about his nudity, scars, or bath-time theatrics. We both look away, and Irene says goodbye to me and walks toward the door.

A knowing glint flickered in Taylor’s eyes. “You think they won’t notice if you treat me differently?” Taylor said, his tone steady but firm. “If you want to keep this under wraps for now, you’ve got to treat me like you do everyone else.” Andriel knew Taylor was right, but it was damn hard to swallow. Acting indifferent toward him felt unnatural, like fighting against every instinct in his body. He glanced over at Brian and Hugo, who were watching with barely concealed grins as they shed their own clothes. Andriel rolled his eyes, turning back to Taylor to ask him to at least step behind one of the cars for some cover. But before he could get the words out, Taylor was already slipping off h

Brown's big fat breasts through her red top. They snogged heavily for a while longer before Ms. Taylor took things a step further by standing up, kicking off her heels and unzipping her dress. She dropped it unceremoniously to the floor to reveal her outstanding figure. She was wearing white underwear -- a pretty bra that supported her large boobs delightfully and a high cut pair of knickers encasing the most perfect bottom I had ever seen. I hadn't imagined that anyone could have as luscious a body as Ms. Brown but Ms. Taylor's stunning body was every bit as desirable. My hand sped up as I watched her urge Ms. Brown to take off her top to reveal the slutty red bra which I loved.

As usual, I ignored it and scrolled through more pictures. There was no picture of me and Vlad together. Instead, there were a dozen pictures of him and Nova smiling - heartbreak at its finest. To distract myself, I changed into my Mickey Mouse PJs and headed to Taylor's bunk to see what that funny girl was up to. As I got closer, I noticed her curtain was closed, and I wondered why. Perhaps she was changing out of her dress. But Lycans were used to being naked, so there was no reason to shut the blinds. Curious to know what she was up to, I pulled back the curtain on her bunk and peered in. I heard a strange buzzing sound and Taylor's quiet moans.

“Maybe wash the stupidity out of today.” I started removing my clothes, piece by piece, until I was fully naked. I pushed open the bathroom door, steam already fogging the glass. Then I saw her. Taylor. She was naked in the shower. Her body was built like a goddess', just as I remembered. Her back to me, her hair wet, her shoulders tense as if she had been crying or thinking too much. I don't know how I could tell. She turned slowly, water running down her skin, her eyes widening when she saw me standing there, just as naked, just as startled.

His eyes are dead, so blank that I wonder how I on earth I am going to get him back to me. I try to pull Taylor’s t-shirt off him, but he is just standing there looking at me blankly. “Come on, Taylor. Give me a hand here,” I order and I feel a little relieved when he complies by kicking off his running shoes and pulling the sodden top over his head. I quickly pull down his joggers and pants and then kneel down to help peel the socks off his damp feet. When Taylor is completely naked, I strip out of the dress I had changed into earlier before pushing Taylor under the stream of hot water.

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