Novel & Cerita 7 Heavenly Breaths

Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five

Heaven smirks, her face now close to my center as I feel her breath on it. "Please Heaven." I beg wanting her to just get it over with. She finally sticks her tongue on my clit, rubbing it around and sucking it like her life depends on it. I moan quietly not trying to be loud. Heaven pushes my hips down to keep them in place as her lips wrapped around my clit. One hand is in my hips and the other hand is squeezing my boob trying to feel it. I tangle my hand in her hair and moan as she makes me feel good.

It surpassed his former understanding of martial arts. The so-called Heaven and Earth Art was a breathing method. It was important for one to breathe in the fresh morning air. Air could be said to be Spiritual Energy. It was heaven and earth’s Spiritual Energy. Fresh air was most abundant in the morning. James began to breathe according to the Heaven and Earth Art’s breathing method. Swoosh. With the fresh air entering his body, heaven and earth’s energy also permeated his body. His body felt an indescribable comfort, and his bones cracked.

Would the Goddess let her down again? Abigail did as she was asked. She took her first breath, inhaling slowly as she began to clear her mind, exhaling just as slowly. Her second breath brought on more clarity, releasing fear and anxiety. Her third breath cleared her mind completely and by her third exhale she was ready to call upon her element.

Breathing. But no longer broken

><><><><>~♥♥~<><><><>< "Breathe. Breathe. Breathe, Amaury. Why the heck aren't you breathing?!... Hold on... you're breathing, you're just not getting this right!". He scolded himself. His problems had been resurfacing lately and they were really getting to him.

Really breathe. THE END.

Dahlia ~ "Breathe, Dahlia, yes Just like that take deep breaths your majesty." The healer's voice sounded very distant as though it was from a dream. I gritted my teeth and nodded as sweat beaded on my forehead. I dug my fingers into the side of the birthing bed for support. “Breathe—” she was saying. "I am trying to breath for heaven's sake," I snapped, pain mixed with anger crushed my body. Sienna's laugh suddenly echoed from nearby. "Jeez, You will bring down the roof with your screams, sister."

"Your hands are a gift from the heavens!" And so, he started his daily ritual of praising me in a new way every day, his accent heavy but his eyes always sincere. I set down my tweezers, picked up my croissant and took a bite, the flaky pastry crumbling without much effort. "Thank you, Steven. You've become much better at praising me than yesterday!" His azure eyes lit up and he nodded enthusiastically, not realizing that I was teasing him. From under his arm, he pulled out the newest edition of an international business magazine. Flipping to a specific page, he offered it to me, visibly excited.

I’m breathing quicker too, feeling like I could wrestle a fucking ox to the ground. The ‘Lord’s Blessing’ becomes a hell of a lot more potent when you shoot up this way, in a group of three, speaking the proper words. It kicks in quick, and it kicks like a mule the day after, worse than any hangover I’ve had. Right now we need it though. Even three on one, we stand zero chance against Christian without it.