Angel Dust Chest Fluff Novels & Stories

Our hearts beat in perfect sync, like a volcano ready to erupt. Aster pulled the shirt away, found the clasp of my bra, and unhooked it. As it came off, my breasts were fully revealed—hot, round, and soft. “You’re gorgeous, Val. So beautiful.” His words made my nipples harden. Aster swallowed, overwhelmed. Slowly, he cupped my breasts, closing his eyes and moaning at their softness. He leaned down to take one into his mouth— And then, the door flew open. Darren stood there.

Upon opening it, dust coated his face, making him sneeze multiple times. “Don't open it. There's so much dust in there.” Azella cried out, but Azel dug into the moth-eaten old clothes, taking them out, and wringing them with his little hands. Then he went back and tugged it over Azella's head, making her sneeze too.

"Now, let's focus on your attire..." Asterin's words are interrupted by Astrea's cheerful call. She holds up a dress, a vision in nightshade with intricate silver embellishments and alluring swirls adorning its fabric. It's reminiscent of Calia's provocative attire, albeit more modest with only subtle hints of transparency. However, the dress features daring slits on both sides, offering glimpses of my thighs. The neckline plunges into a deep V-cut, drawing attention to my midriff. "You'll steal the spotlight at the party in this," Asterin assures me, her smile mirroring her sister's enthusiasm.

A stabbing pain ran across my chest every damn minute, a perfect reminder of the drift between my mate and I. "You look stunning honey." Astra gushed when I went down to the living room. I opted for a simple bodycorn white dress with the middle chest cut out. I paired it with a golden bracelet Astra had given me and silver strappy heels. The women did a light make up that made my eyes glow. "Thank you." I forced a smile, dreading seeing Jaxon. He hadn't come home to prepare, my guess was he would attend it as he was. "Do you have it?" She asked, a twitch in her lips reminding me of what we had planned.

His desire had come to its peak, and it demanded immediate completion. The erotic sound from the two lips met filling the room. To those who are romantically intoxicated, it sounds more like a string of beautiful music. Green's neck has been filled with the exquisite work created by Langit Danendra Adyaksa, as well as his blood-red chest from the wife's lustful embrace. "Brother..,emhhhh." Green mooed, Langit gave Green a short pause to breathe as much oxygen as she could. "Three rounds, yes," said Langit as he flicked his eyes.

It takes all the energy in me as I fall backward, eyes rolling to a close and my body falling limp. ~~ Hm, what’s with this fluffy soft sensation, has my pillow always been this cushiony? Or Angie bought another set while shopping with aunt? Whatever, it feels so nice, ah what a nice scent it has too. I smile happily, snuggling into the softness and groaning in glee. ‘Ah, this is heaven’. Swinging an arm, not caring if Angie might be there, I meet a space. Tch, did she finally find a countermeasure? What a smart move, Angie. Not bad at all.

The tips of her small breasts urgently poked into his chest. Maël gritted his teeth as he focused on taking care of his Little girl. His desires were secondary to tending Angel. With her hair free of the sticky hairspray that had secured her hair in the fancy up-do, Maël opened the bubblegum scented body wash. Immediately, the corners of Angel's mouth turned up in a smile.

Like how it covered the entire broadness of his chest as she moved it down his body, watching in awe as his sensitive flesh responded by writhing the body. It was almost akin to a dance; the type which involved sensuality of the greatest kind and filled its audience with dizziness of lust. The effect of the aphrodisiac mist had nothing on the image of Andre's chiseled jaw burying slowly in the crook of his neck, his white teeth sinking softly into his bottom lip, his swollen cock twitching as the feathers found their way to his waist.

Fifteen million. I could barely breathe. I looked down. Sheer black robe. Mid-thigh. Gold ribbon at the waist. Nothing underneath. My lips were glossy. I could taste it. I wasn’t clothed. I was packaged. “Next,” a voice echoed through my earpiece. “Product Code: Dove Twelve. Item: Virgin, Male. Rare stock. Low dosage of Cloud Smoke, minor trauma response—” I didn’t even hear the rest. The curtain opened, and I was pushed forward.

Typed our street, our building, our apartment number. My thumb hovered over send. What if Charlotte comes and leaves with Angel? What if I’m not enough to make either of them stay? I closed my eyes and cursed. Then— “Daddy! Daddy! How do I look?” I opened my eyes. And forgot how to breathe. Angel stood in front of me, turning slowly, her hands held out like she was presenting a gift. Her hair was braided. Neat, perfect rows that curved with her scalp, and beads weren’t just gold—they were colorful. Red and blue and green and yellow, threaded through the ends, catching the light.