Ticci Toby Cosplay Novels & Stories

Toby looks back and forth between them, then steps forward. His green eyes are glassy, the muscles in his neck tight. His cock is so hard it looks painful. He licks his lips and says, with the slightest quiver in his voice, “So… my turn?” He’s trying to play it cool, but the excitement is written all over him. I lean forward and give his cock a slow stroke. “Your turn,” I whisper.

It looks like someone literally asked Sydney to put on a vintage dress, sit in a velvet chair, and pose for a classical painter. The structure of her cheekbones, the slight curve of her upper lip, the intense, soulful look in her eyes—it’s an exact genetic duplicate. The only real difference is that the woman in the painting has her dark hair chopped into a short, chic bob, whereas Sydney’s cascades past her shoulders. "Staring is rude, Kingston. Or do you still prefer Newton?" Tobias’s voice echoes from behind me, making me jump slightly. I turn around, trying to smooth my features into something resembling professional composure. Tobias is leaning against a pillar, looking effortlessly imm