Trevor Wagner Nude Novels & Stories

One of them — Tyler, I was almost certain it was Tyler — was standing with his hand on his hip, completely nude, talking to someone I couldn’t see, gesturing with the kind of animated emphasis that suggested a story being told at full volume. One guy — blond, enormous, tattooed — walked past the camera completely naked, scratching his stomach. Another was drying his hair with a towel that was emphatically not around his waist. Another was bent over, reaching into a lower locker, and the angle was — The camera whipped back. Chase’s face filled the screen. Close. Flushed. The specific shade of red that came from exertion and something adjacent to horror. “You didn’t see anything,” he said. “I—

So tell me… who is the real tormentor here? His words cut deep. And the worst part is that Tania doesn’t deny them. She shakes her head, unable to speak, and crawls even closer to him, her hands trembling as they cling to the fabric of his pants. — Take me back, Lucas, please… I’ll do anything you want… anything… Her voice is broken, torn, and I look away, unable to bear this sight. Alexandre, however, does not look away. His voice falls, icy, sharp:

Completely naked. What the hell?

I could barely even feel my legs and it felt as if I was going to collapse into the ground if they didn't finish what they started. The picture of both their cocks taking turns to fuck me made me quicken my pace and almost run to the bedroom. Trevor gently layed me on the bed, and André watched as he took off my dress, I was not wearing any pantie, André knew because he had touched me down there but Trevor looked very shocked. Trevor trailed wet kisses down my neck, down to my belly, he stopped when he reached my pussy. He held my legs apart with his hands, and with his tongue, he started flickering my clits.

Even as it was scrunched up, it didn't take away his sexiness. His torso was bare, and she wondered why he had removed the scrub, he had donned before. Kira's hand tightened on the steering as she ogled his perfect body. Her eyes trailed from his pointed nipples to the waistline of the Jean he donned. Then back up again. Her fingers itched, and she felt the urge to caress the smooth mat of hair scattered on his chest. She hadn't always thought of men with chest hair being hot. Thinking about it even disgusted her all the time but staring at Trevor's didn't disgust her.

"Or maybe going out like this will cause exactly the stir we're hoping for." "Only if you're hoping to get arrested for public nudity." I finally find the strength to pull away from him, and he lets me go. But that cocky, appreciative smile is still on his face. I'm relieved to see that he is, in fact, wearing a towel around his waist. But the most beautiful parts of him are still visible - his chest and abs are on full display, as is the perfect ridged "V" pointing down toward his groin. God help me. I refuse to let myself fall for him again.

I didn't wear any undies as Trevor ordered. I saw him standing in the balcony. The divider was open and he was leaning on the frame of the glass door while he looked at me. He seemed to be waiting for me. He had taken his shower too base from his still damp hair and bare upper body. He was only wearing boxer shorts. My brows creased because he was smoking while his eyes ran on me. He cocked a brow. "You don't like me smoking honey?" he asked dryly as he puffed then blew smoke with his eyes on me.

Tony looks up to see Trevor with his dick out, slowly massaging himself woke watching us. 1766

he suggests, and I chew on my lips. “Can we go at the same time?” I ask, and I hate the way I sound so vulnerable, but Trevor doesn’t make me feel stupid. He nods, and immediately takes off his white shirt. My throat goes desert dry as memories from seeing him naked weeks ago dance freshly in my mind. I quickly undress till I’m in just my underwear, and my nipples pebble under my bra shirt. ‘Get a grip on yourself,’ is what I say internally because everyone did the same thing.

Slowly, she opened the door but she wasn’t ready for the next thing she saw. In front of her stood Trevor, stark naked, his hair wet and water dripped down from it to plaster on a very toned and sexy body. A white towel pooled at his feet and he was slightly crouched with a wife-beater in hand. As much as Indigo wanted to avert her gaze, they had other plans as they began to glance down his body, stopping at his manhood. An inaudible gasp escaped her lips at the sight of it. Even as it was limp and dangling between his legs, it looked so big and scary that she couldn’t help but gulp deeply.