Tom Holland Nude Pics Novels & Stories

After a few seconds, Kris suddenly turned the phone towards her, his eyes blazing as he raged, “Are you still going to deny it?” Thalassa felt shock ripple through her as she stared at the picture on the phone screen. It was a picture of her sitting naked on top of another man, and they appeared to be having sex.

Straight-passing as hell, always with some girl on his arm, but that didn’t stop the fantasies. I locked the door behind me, yanked my phone out, and pulled up the hidden folder. There he was—shirtless pics I’d screenshotted from Jordan’s I*******m stories over the months. Ethan at the beach, water dripping down his abs. Ethan spotting weights at the gym, veins popping on his biceps. My hand was already shoving down my shorts, wrapping around my throbbing dick as I leaned against the sink.

“A promising hockey player flashes fans with nudity? Who the fuck wrote this?!” I hurled the newspaper across the room and it landed with a thud at Thomas's feet. He picked it up and smirked. “Well, the cameraman did get a good view of your dick.” “One more word and I'll kill you.” I glared at him. “Says the man flashing his genitals at his fans.” “That was a mistake! Some bitch snuck into my bathroom and pulled down my towel!” I hissed.