Timothy Champagne Nude Novels & Stories

‘I’m going to bathe them in Champagne. ‘Don’t you d—’ Pandora yelled, then squealed as half a flute of chilled fizz was trickled over the entire surface of her chest. The Champagne went everywhere — soaking the sheets and the silk gown as well as the sumptuous body it was aimed at. But enough remained on the twin targets to leave them moist and glistening, and a siren call to Jake’s ravenous mouth. Leaning naked across her, he made his tongue flat and broad and spread the vintage wine all over her nipples and areolae, then continued over the full beautiful sweep of each engorged breast. He washed her creamy skin with Champagne, and every long stroke made her purr with pleasure.

He was slightly taken aback at the sight of Laurie naked, but that didn’t stop him from sitting down in front of the computer next to her. “Tiffany, come suck my cock while I watch your video.” I unzipped his pants and pulled them down around his ankles as the video started. I could hear everything that was happening, and Laurie was playing with herself next to me. One of Tim’s hands ran through my hair while the other began playing with Laurie’s tit. I didn’t know how she was still horny after all of the fucking that we’d just done. As the video got to the part where Tiffany fucked my ass, Tim pulled me up from my kneeling position. He turned me around and pulled me onto his cock.

Timothy whispers right next to my ear, beginning to nibble on the edge of my earlobe. His movements pick up the pace and start rubbing faster, causing me to bite my lips harder. If I would bit my lip with any more force, I'm sure my lip will bleed. Timothy takes his fingers off my clit and then gently roams my insides. Two fingers scissoring me so forcefully, so intensely, I have to bring my hand up to cup my mouth not to let out any noises. "You're so hot inside. Damn, I wanna be in you right now." Timothy whispers and brings his other hand out to go underneath your shirt, going straight to my breasts, which I now curse myself for not wearing a bra.

Ordering a champagne at the bar I take a sip and survey the options in the room. I catch the eye of a young handsome man, he looks late twenties, naked torso rippling with muscles and tight jeans containing his excitement, his dark hair and eyes remind me a little of Erik and I can’t help but smile at him. He does not need any further encouragement as he walks confidently towards me. As he reaches me I waste no time on small talk, leaving the rest of my champagne on the bar, I take his hand and walk over to a vacant chaise lounge. Gracefully I lay down lifting my dress up over my hips as I do and spreading my legs.

Tim chuckled, his dark eyes flickering toward Chloe with a look she couldn't quite read—was it pride, or was he simply amused by how well she played the game? Camille Laurent leaned in, her eyes sparkling with a knowing Gallic charm as she took Chloe’s hand once more. "It is truly a delight, chérie. I must confess," she whispered, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial level that Timothy was clearly meant to overhear, "I am quite surprised to see Tim with a companion. He is quite the loner... a beautiful ghost who haunts these galleries. You must be very special to bring him out into the light." Chloe felt a heat rise to her cheeks, the blush deep and genuine. She glanced at Timothy, who was

his voice was low, hoarse even, “I want us to try something different today.” She turned, her brows slightly raised, though she already knew where this was going. Her body anticipated it before her mind could form a protest. “Different… how?” Damien shifted uneasily on his stool. His hands, which were usually steady, trembled slightly as they fidgeted with a paintbrush. He didn’t meet her eyes immediately, afraid of what might show in his own. “This time…” he hesitated, swallowing hard. “…I need you to pose again. Fully nude.”

A red that calls for biting and kissing. I take my bottle of perfume. A drop at the base of my neck. One on my wrists. One last, intimate, between my thighs. An invisible promise, a secret weapon. He’ll only have to come close to be ensnared. When I straighten up, I feel my legs shaking with excitement. I glance at my reflection one last time. It is no longer Tania, fragile and hesitant, standing there. It’s a woman ready to bend Lucas, the man every woman desires, but who is waiting for me, tonight.

Before his hand properly touched Ryan, he turned into dust so, appearing beside me, he plucked out his tongue to Tom before running off, We started laughing as they chased each other. Honestly, these two are always full of drama. Everyone was there, but Tim wasn't. Is he okay?? Just as I was still thinking about him, he showed up, walking majestically with Master's Colt by his side. His face was blank, and I couldn't help but stare. He was looking smoking hot with his hair curly by the side, giving him a Dami god, his ocean eyes kept sparkling beautifully as our eyes met he winked at me and I couldn't help but blush,

Timothy ended up on the floor with his head resting against Odette's stomach. I offered to take the bottom spot. Timothy accepted the gesture then pointed out I was the guy with the bum leg. I ended up with Odette's feet in my lap. The flavor of the night was Cherry Vanilla and we were all making inroads into the supply quickly. Timothy dialed up Ninja Assassin on N*****x. Ten minutes in I realized why. There was this Asian actor who was really hot and extremely physically fit. Odette agreed.

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.