A Touch Of Sweetness Free นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The door closed, and soon I heard the sound of running water. I sat there, very still. Then his phone beeped. My eyes drifted to it, lying on the edge of the bed. I don’t know why I looked. Maybe I should have ignored it. But I didn’t. I reached for it slowly, my fingers trembling. And that was when I saw the messages. Sugar Pie: I can’t wait to give you this pie. Richard: I had a very stressful day, and you know just the perfect thing to cool me off.

Thank you all for always supporting “Sweet Treachery”. I couldn’t have asked for better fans. I love you all!!! I rush to the window to catch a glimpse Of how life used to be wonderful How there were no worries and I was at ease I had my family’s love in full But all I see is the tears of the moon In the form of dew And the life which I once knew Is now a poor shadow of itself PenaciousShewa

I gently stirred the sugar cube into my cup, watching as fine lines appeared on the surface, and my mood gradually became more peaceful. "Claude, I asked you to meet me to discuss the matter of rejection. I think I've made myself clear, I don't want anything else, just your agreement." I took a sip of the coffee, and with the added sugar, it no longer tasted bitter. It had a creamy sweetness, along with the rich aroma of coffee. The smooth texture tempted me to take another sip, confirming that it was indeed delicious.

"Yes, please." "Hold tight to me, baby." He pushed and was surrounded by the sweetness of her flesh. She gasped and he smiled fiercely down at her, knowing instinctively that he wasn't hurting her. He couldn't breathe. She was so hot, it felt as if his cock were being held in a hand gloved in rich, dark satin that had been dipped in warm honey. It was intoxicating, everything about her made him feel a sense of freedom, a sense that it would be okay for him to let go. He wouldn't hurt her no matter what he did.

After a moment, I released her lips and tongue, trailing my wet kisses down to the hollow of her neck. "M-Michael, stop…" she whispered amid her panic, but she moaned near the end. Yet, when my lips traveled to a sensitive spot, she couldn't help but let out a sweet, innocent whimper. From then on, her voice turned flirtatious. As her soft moans grew more frequent with the quickening of my touch, my own restraint finally began to fray. Brushing my lips against her ear, I murmured between breaths, "Annie, do you like it when I touch you?"

Steve was lost in thoughts. He could not forget the delicate arms with soft warmth wrapped around his neck. He pulled her close and kissed her lips with a compelling hunger he had never experienced in his entire life. He pried her mouth open, plunging into her mouth without hesitation. Saving the sweet vanilla flavour of her velvety tongue. She was like a breath of fresh air, very innocent and refreshing. He deepened the kiss drawing her lower lips into his mouth and sucked greedily.

“Jackass.” He smiled and turned his attention to Andrea and Melanie. “Either of you have ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’ on your phones?” The two women snickered. “Could you go annoy someone else? Please?” “Now, why would I do that?” He eyed the vase in my hand. “Is…that a butt?” I looked down, studied the crooked blob of glitter I’d been working on. “It’s a heart.” “Oh. That’s a terrible heart. Nice ass, though.”

Aria felt herself surrender to the sensations, her breath hitching as his touch lingered, the syrup cool yet thrilling against her heated flesh. With each deliberate movement, he explored her body like an artist applying the final strokes to a masterpiece. The sticky sweetness clung to her skin, mingling with the intoxicating warmth radiating from his fingertips. She arched toward him, craving more, the world around them fading into a blur as their connection deepened. The simple act of tracing the syrup transformed into a sensuous dance, where every glide and every press of his fingers became a promise of the pleasures yet to unfold.

Th‍eir fingers did not touc⁠h. He took a forkful. The flavor⁠ was a burst of⁠ sunshine,‍ ta‌rt and sweet, the texture impossibly‌ li⁠ght. It was, undeniably, perfe‌ct. He l⁠oo⁠ked at her, the truth forced from him. "It's… adequate." ⁠

Her beauty was more than just physical, it was a radiant energy that seemed to pulse from her very being. She then leaned down and kissed me softly. The gentle pressure of Haven's lips on mine sent a shiver down my spine, and the flavors that danced on her tongue were intoxicating. The richness of the dark chocolate was perfectly balanced by the subtle tang of citrus, leaving me craving more. As she pulled back, her finger tracing a line down the side of my face was like a spark of electricity, sending tremors through my entire body. Her touch was feather-light, yet it seemed to sear itself into my skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.