Timothy Champagne Nude Novels & Stories

We both were still laughing when Cam and Timothy from accounting were on the elevator when the doors slid open. “What’s so funny?” Cam asked, his white smile spreading across his dark skin. “Do we want to know?” Timothy asked, adjusting his glasses. He had curly red hair and pale skin. Mindy had a crush on him at one point, but that faded fast. I thought she might go for Cam, his beautiful smile and light brown eyes were attractive with his clean-cut hair and wardrobe, but she was smitten with Cody. “You don’t want to know,” I answered before Mindy started blurting out the little she knew about my sex life. “Timothy, I never see you anymore.”

"Table twelve needs a refill. Go." ​I took a deep breath, straightened my vest, and walked over. I kept my eyes on the tray, my heart thumping against my ribs so hard I thought he’d hear it. ​"Champagne, sir?" I asked, my voice as flat and professional as I could make it. ​Timothy didn't even look at me at first. He just started to shake his head. "No, I'm fine—" ​He stopped mid-sentence. He recognized my voice.

Marcus and Noah pulled out of his mouth at the last second and painted his flushed face and chest with heavy ropes of cum, glazing his skin until it shone wetly under the candlelight. When they finally stepped back, Timothy lay there on the altar, a complete, drooling, cum-dripping mess. His hole gaped openly, red and twitching, leaking a steady river of mixed seed onto the white cloth beneath him. His face, neck, chest, and stomach were glazed with multiple thick loads. His own cum stained the altar cloth in long, obscene white streaks that would never fully wash out. Father Elias looked down at his thoroughly ruined altar boy with dark, possessive satisfaction. He reached out and gently st

Sam replied with a bit of confusion, she looked up at Champagne who was staring up front. "It hasn't been long since Timothy died and I have a date a tomorrow " Champagne whispered softly to the silent night. Out of shock, Sam halted and lifted her gaze to her best friend " What " Champagne asked hoping nothing bad happened to her friend. Champagne hoped that Sam didn't stop because of her words, it was really weird to have accepted that date but she was sincerely helpless and afraid that people would see her differently. Though Thomas wasn't around anymore but he still made her feel guilty, a small giggle pulled her out of her thoughts and she immediately turned to Sam who was now standing

Holding onto these thoughts, Tiffany bit her lips and took a nude in the bathroom. ... At Violet Villa... Cross-legged in front of her computer screen on the desk, Charmine muttered quietly as she sipped her wine, “Three, two, one.” An email showed up in her inbox at that instant. The email had Tiffany’s photo attached to it. Under the shower head was Tiffany in her bikini, thoroughly soaked. She looked into the camera holding a cucumber, imitating that of a seductive gaze. Charmine smirked. The fish took the bait. Oh, well. Nobody could blame Tiffany for choosing this option, however ugly it was.

He belongs to the supernaturals but not as an Angel or a demon. • Timothy Jones: He's a seventeen-year-old bunny boy (has bunny teeth). He's 179cm tall (5'10ft) and weighs around 65 kg (143 lbs). MBTI type: ISFJ. He's cute as hell, owning the shiniest pair of big doe eyes. Not to forget that he's a muscle pig, protective of everyone he loves. Timothy is a coconut head with thick brownish hair. This stupid boy took up special tests and studied hard to jump a year, and as a result, he's in the same year as Sofia and Scarlet. Being the youngest, he's cherished and protected by everyone even though a single punch from him can break the opponent's jaw. Favorite color: Red. Zodiac: Virgo. He has a

Her hand was becoming numb but she didn't stop. Few more strokes and he came undone on her hands. He was still reeling from the high of his release when his boxer briefs were pulled off him. He didn't protest. He had vowed to himself to let her take control and he was planning on keeping that. Timothy helped unhooked her bra from behind, and took it off. This wasn't the first time he was seeing her naked, but everytime, her body didn't seem to stop awing him. She had the perfect body, what others call an hourglass shape. Her breasts were perky and her chest wide, just perfect.

And that’s exactly when Timtim, still crouching in her mission-success pose, turned around and collided straight into his — wet, shirtless — chest. Thud. Her face smacked the center of his bare skin. Time froze. She blinked. He didn’t move. Her cheek was still stuck to his chest. "Um," she squeaked. He looked down at her like she was a fly that had developed speech. “What. Are. You. Doing.” Timtim’s brain short-circuited. He was not a bald uncle. He was not middle-aged. He was not average. He looked like he belonged in a mafia movie — and on a Vogue cover. And now, he was standing with water sliding down his body, towel dangerously low, and she was touching him with her face.

As he finally came to a stop, I was gently set down on the ground. “Charlotte!” The furr that covered his body quickly turned back into pale flesh. As his arms tighten around my waist, forcing my squirming body still, Timothy began blubbering. “I miss you so much! I’m so sorry I left you alone! I should’ve never-don’t look down!” “Um?” I awkwardly hung in Timothy’s hold. “Why are you naked?” He sniffled, “Don’t worry about it.” It started off with a snort.

“Relax into it. Let your body feel everything.” I bit my lip hard, eyes fixed on the ceiling tiles, but it was impossible not to look at him. Timothee leaned in close, dark hair falling over his forehead, his hazel eyes focused with that intense artist concentration. The muscles in his forearm flexed with every careful pass of the needle, black ink swirling under his own skin like living shadows. God, he smelled good—clean soap mixed with that faint masculine scent that made my head fuzzy. My sundress was bunched up around my waist, leaving me completely exposed from the waist down. Smooth, freshly shaved, and now marked by him.