روايات وقصص ضمن A Little Bit Dirty By Willow Winters

Willow got to her room and took her bath, she switched on the bedstand light and walked up to her window, it was getting dark and the street seemed very busy. "Where do these people come from?" She thought and watched the busy street, with people, all dressed up for Halloween. Her eyes darted to the scarecrow and it was as if it was looking right at her. "Do not glare at me, ugly!" She mumbled and took down the curtains. "Jeez!" She yelled when she turned her back to the room. She raced to the bedstand and increased the light of the lamb. She breath down immediately she noticed that there was nothing there.

that's a red flag - he might like kids. LonelyGirl: 😂😂😂 you are bad. LimberJack: very. now back to the original question princess. LonelyGirl: I reread our chat...often. LimberJack: and... LonelyGirl: I had to throw away my panties. LimberJack: why? 😉 LonelyGirl: you're evil. it turned me on so much that I soaked them. 💦 💦 💦 LimberJack: now there's my naughty girl. that's so hot. so you worked camando. 🥵

The girl on Mr. Willow’s lap didn’t wait for a second invitation. Her fingers were small but fast, clicking the heavy gold buckle of his belt open. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet room. She slid his zipper down, and even though I tried to look away, I couldn't. Mr. Willow was thick and dark, already waiting for her. She hiked up her skirt, her own lace panties long gone, and lowered herself onto him with a long, shaky breath.

Her voice cracked. “Oh, you are. You just haven’t had the right touch yet, have you, sweetheart?” Elaine’s fingers, still on Willow’s back, slipped under the hem of her apron, then under the waistband of her dress. Her thumb found the elastic of Willow’s panties, tracing the line. “You’ve been craving this, haven’t you? All those years pretending to be the perfect housewife. But deep down, you’re just a dirty little slut waiting to be filled.”

what had I gotten myself into! I had to play along... cause Rosa thinks we're good anyways. Around us, whispers were slicing the air like tiny knives. “Are they dating?” “I didn’t know she was a slut.” That one hit me so hard my fingers trembled. “All these girls pretending to be saints… look at her. Two-timing.” “What do you mean?” “I literally just saw her coming out of the toilet with Jaxon. And she had a key.” Gasps exploded around us like fireworks.

“…yeah.” Willow stares at Aretha again. Long. Uncomfortable. Then she sighs dramatically. “Well that’s disappointing.” Aretha steps forward again. “Say one more word.” Willow lifts her chin. “You’re too old for him.” Aretha lunges. Alexander grabs her instantly. “Whoa!” “Let me go!” “No!” I step between them calmly. And look directly at Willow. “You’re not exactly young yourself.” She frowns slightly. “…I’m two hundred years old, I'm older than you all.”

~Ava~ After the movie ended everyone scattered, Mom and Richard heading upstairs talking about some early tee time tomorrow. Riley grabbed my wrist hard. “Come on. Bedtime.” “I’m not tired.” “You’re lying. Your eyes are doing that twitchy thing they do when you’re about to explode.” I yanked my arm back but followed her anyway because staying down here with Jax and Chloe felt like volunteering for more torture. We got halfway up the stairs when Chloe said, “I’m gonna quick shower, babe. All that chlorine.”

Greg must have hit it to drive home his point about sloppy seconds, but a moment later, the box collapsed around her. She lay there in the ruins of the box, exposed. She looked up and saw the man who’d talked to Greg when he first came in looking down at her. Greg and Ethan were behind her, and she could feel their eyes on her. “Willow?” Greg said. She rolled over, not bothering to cover herself. She was fully aware of what she must look like, with cum on her face and in her hair and seeping out of her asshole and swollen, reddened pussy. She had so much cum on her and inside her that she couldn't help but think this had turned into quite the white Christmas.

If I’m not careful, I’m about to lose my Executive Assistant and council representative for Omegas. [“Do you know what a Toniar is?”] I ask Colin and Anders through our link. They both give me a subtle shake of their head. [“Find out, Sandy just said she’s special and called her a Toniar.”] Meanwhile Wills has walked straight over to Georgia who is throwing out pheromones likes she’s in heat. It makes my nose itch as the clove, orange and musk scent hits me. Wills holds out her hand to Georgia with a friendly smile that I see Georgia respond to with interest. “Hi I’m Willow.”

"She is severely allergic to Moonshadow. Remember that." Now, he just stood there, watching Vivian place a whole bouquet of them by my bed. The pollen began to drift through the air. My throat started to itch. It was getting harder to breathe. "Take them away," I said, my voice strained. "Please, take the flowers away." "Why?" Vivian blinked her innocent, wide eyes. "Don't you like them?" "I'm… allergic…" Killian’s jaw tightened. "Moonshadow is harmless to werewolves. Stop the drama."