Mate Jelnimia's Rescue のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

A ray of light entered his eyes as the slap blasted across his face. His vision flashed red as a flash of bright blue light. He took a swing to his left but a shadow covered him. A bit unsteady on his feet, he stumbled  towards the heap of stones behind. He swung his arm but was greeted with a kick to his stomach. With a stifled grunt, he fell to the ground, clutching his stomach. "Oh my God!" He screamed in despair, doubled over in agony, shrinking backwards, his hand covering his member, sperm leaking from his fingers. How he had ended up with this condition was beyond him.   From the corner of his eyes, he noticed something had changed. The stones behind, glistened as if someone had poured hot oil on them. With his mind and body, he managed to gather some energy. Steaming and groaning, he lifted his head and saw a f

Laney stood at a corner, watching the scene as his friend was busy with his mate, pounding her endlessly with so much drive in his desire. With glare in his eyes, he was focussing on her lower region and then, lightly touching his lips as Malison fucked Jenilmia so ruthlessly. Laney's member grew hard in awe. Rubbing it, pressing the cap on the stem on a dry log, gently, he felt like getting some more from her tight pussy. "Oh... fuck!" He yelled as he twisted, and his swollen pole lashed on the stem of the tree. "Ouuucch! Fuck!" He screamed softly, as he closed his eyes to the storm, preventing his friend from seeing the screen. He cupped his package with his palm in pains. Silence was present, and Rippa froze on the spot. For a moment, Angela sneezed, feeling a cold breath pumped into her lungs. Thunderstruck, lightning bolted, and

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days, and days into weeks. Jelnimia was seated at the comfort of Malison's lobby, a glass of freshly made chocolate raspberry juice sat on the table at her right hand side, the wall against her right side reflected her seat.    Her thoughts were restless, as the smell of the chocolate raspberry was heavy in her nostrils. She tried to suppress it for a moment, but suddenly, it seemed to take over her. A sudden craving overtook her, she grabbed the raspberry juice and gulped it down. Her stomach grumbled, the urge to throw up overpowered her as she found herself pouring out everything. A sensation of warmth flooded through her body, and it was accompanied by a feeling of cold, she shivered as she rubbed her arms vigorously.   "Wait... I haven't had my flow in two months n

Shocked at his expressions. His hair tickled my face, making me chuckle. I cringely avoided his gaze. I wanted to act cool, mature and slightly pissed off for a while, but a chill ran through me when I thought of the tiny, sexy smile he gave me. I simply glanced up at him, his eyes gleaming in amusement as he stood, looming over me. But he wasn't smiling anymore. I gasped in shock.  "Of course baby... I'm doing great! Am I not looking good to you..?" "Really..? If you were, would I be asking..?  His statement didn't sit well with me. I wanted to slap the grin off of his face, but instead I closed my eyes, pretending to be upset.  "Hey baby! Please don't start now, okay. I'm doing just fine..." He said

The brightness of the weather was cool and foggy; the sky had a greyish turquoise tint, like the silt in the buckwheat straw of a wagon. Snow had fallen during the night, and its warm damp was now sticking to the seams of the sea. Not a breath of wind stirred the quiet air. It was very still, but a draft would blow across the street and make a little flurry of feet on the sidewalk.  Completely forgetting about the people who brought me to the beach, I slowly walked around the dense pine trees on the western side of the street, taking stock of the quiet street, my gaze still fixed on him, until I saw him sitting alone, across the narrow gap of a building, with a newspaper spread on his laps. Walking closer to him, I made sure my gaze was planted on his face, hoping not to miss a single moment of him.  As I walked closer, he