Timothy Champagne Nude Novels & Stories

"Look how sexy you are." He stops, hooks his fingers through the lace strap, and runs them over the swollen flesh, brushing against my clit. We look in the mirror together. I'm disheveled, my lips bitten, making them look like a bright smear. It's both beautiful and vulgar. Sensual and lustful at the same time. Tim tugs at the cups of my bra, exposing my breasts. My nipples protrude provocatively. He twists them with his fingers, then slides his hand down again.

Liza embarrassingly apologised for being so jumpy. The man introduced himself as Tim and pointed out his little girl Tina that was already over playing with Gabe. Liza and Time began chatting about their children and Liza felt content at meeting a new friend. Tim appeared older than Liza maybe in his mid-thirties, he had dark short and messy hair with speckles of grey throughout, he also had some stubble on his chin. Liza's eyes began discretely roaming his body taking in his broad shoulders, his rolled-up business shirt showing colourful tattoos all over his arms and soft hands. She realised she had been staring too long when Gabe came bounding up asking for his food and drink. Liza had not

Their discussion is so intense; they don't even notice his absence. Standing there, leaning on the railing, Tim sucks air into his lungs as he thinks about Keisha, a beautiful, young 18-year old black student in his senior chemistry class. He closes his eyes and tries to visualize her naked body, imagining dark nipples and guessing whether her pussy is trimmed or natural. His cock stirs as he thinks about her thick lips and how they would feel...

Lastly, I went for a nude color for my peach coloured lips, and a Tom Ford Black Orchid for my cologne. As soon as I stepped out, Rafael stared. Just a little but I noticed, and a faint smirk played at the corner of my lips. If Severiano thinks he's going to make me doubt myself, then he was wrong. “Good morning, Ms Marquez," Timothy, one of the staff greeted, staring a little too long with a wide smile plastered on his face. I smiled back, lightly. “Good morning, Timothy." Every head turned in my direction as I walked in confidently swaying my hips and keeping my eyes fixed ahead.

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.

Anna Later that night, I was at a cafe with Tim. He was dressed in a more ridiculous disguise these times. He was wearing a wig and blue contacts. He looked like some kind of Karen with a bad dye job. The music was loud and there were several people in attendance. It was an exclusive kind of bar that Tim had somehow gotten access to. “Ava!” Tim’s voice took me out of my reverie. Ever since I had seen that forbidden red room, I had not been able to stop thinking about it.

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