"You'll come when I tell you, understand, Jahjah?" she said on top of his lips, licking the saliva that ran down his chin while he looked at her lost and watching how Melia's hand did its perfect work even on his lower part. He was drooling and it was unconsciously, he felt so delicious, so exquisite that he couldn't hold back his moans, let alone his control. Melia vowed to remember without more what happened and heard from one moment to the next. It was something that no one had told or asked her in the way he did."Please..." he was practically shedding tears from the latent pleasure he wanted to let go of. "Please, I beg you... Mhm..." he babbled under the caresses on his lower part. Elijah was practically a glass of water in his lower part and Melia could feel it in her hand, the liquid coming out even more. "I'm going to scream, Melia.""Scream what? What are you going to scream, huh?" she muttered on top of the opposite's lips, increasing the stimulation on Elijah. She loved se

As I said, it was still very early. The clock read eight in the morning, and the school was about ten o'clock away. He grumbled, saying things to a ray of sunlight that couldn't care less about what he said. After finishing his shower, he put on the clothes Melia gave him and looked at himself in the mirror. Finally, he put on the long black coat and noticed a difference.He felt different. Apparently, doing what he did last night made him feel... more manly, less like a child. He chuckled briefly at that thought, running his fingers through his white hair and taking a moment to look at himself in the mirror once again. The clothes fit him perfectly and brought out a more attractive side of him. Melia definitely knew what she was doing. He turned around and grabbed his backpack from the bed, but suddenly felt like someone was watching him. At first, he thought it was Melia, but when he looked around the room, she wasn't there. Moreover, he could faintly hear her voice coming from down

Sometimes, at certain points in life, one prefers to be in places that were not previously taken into account. Like, for example, in grammar class with the chubby Professor Hoshson. The principal kept throwing in his face something he barely did today and will probably do again whenever his heartbeat overcomes him. He was sitting in front of the desk with an apologetic expression—one he didn't feel—while the principal scolded him in a hoarse tone."I bet it's because of the hunger that's taking over him," his inner voice spoke. "I want pizza, I want to eat greasy food!" While the principal spoke, his inner voice mocked him, and it was impossible not to laugh."This isn't funny, student Orleans," the principal said seriously."... Yes, yes, you're right," he cleared his throat, trying not to laugh. "I promise I won't leave the classroom without permission again.""Tell that to student Dom," the principal sat on a chair that he was sure could barely support his weight. "Next time, I'll

"It hurts," he told her, watching as Melia assumed the position she had before. He had his hands on his waist, playing with the corners of his boxers again."But, I haven't even touched you, Jahjah..." "It's just that... You don't have to touch me for me to crave you, Melia. Just by looking at me, you make me burn. You're the only one who can do that to me, no one else," he squirmed, trying to get her to touch him already. "I... I want you to take me and... make me feel, please," he finally said, looking Melia in the eyes. He knew his mother could arrive in less than the mentioned minutes, and he wanted Melia to make him moan and climax before that happened. "It will be my pleasure," she said in a husky tone before proceeding.Elijah propped himself up on his elbows to watch as she kissed his stomach and moved down to his pelvis. She lowered his boxers to his feet and kissed his legs, moving closer to his manhood. He was desperate because he could see his arousal craving attention.

This was pathetic and everything that followed that word.His mother, when she set her mind to it, could be worse than his father when it came to dressing up for church.Long-sleeved white shirt, white jeans, white shoes... all that was missing was for her to ask him to dye his hair the same color to match the paper, although, well, he already had it that way.He looked at his siblings and could tell they were preferring to die; he chuckled briefly. His mother was wearing a lovely, tight white dress, and his father was in a white suit as well.Anyone would think they were going to a wedding and the ones getting married were their parents, or worse, their siblings or him."If God exists, He's surely laughing at us," Sam said, causing laughter among his siblings and a furrowed brow from his parents.They were already on their way to the church, the car parked a few meters away; they got out and noticed the other people dressed in white as well, this commemoration seemed more like a wedd