Angel Milk Novels & Stories

We laughed more every other days and have fun with Hailey at school. “I’ve never done these things before,” Angelo suddenly said while we are on the school building’s rooftop to see the golden sunset. The golden light seems like a phone filter touching our skin. Everything looks golden and beautiful, everything the sun’s light touches. “What things?” I asked and tried looking at him. He climbed up on the barrier that I almost freaked out. Gladly, I remembered he isn’t human. “Making fun of people,” he answered. Hailey copied him and sat on it raising both her feet playing with them.

Agnes: Isn't this to your liking, Alpha? Alexander: It's not that, Agnes. Angel isn't used to all this, all these strong flavors… the spices, the salt… She quickly brought the glass of milk, and I drank it eagerly. Agnes: Evy… I'm sorry… I didn't know… Evangeline: It's not your fault, Auntie…

She let out a cry that mixed prayer words with deep moans, her mouth still full of my milk. That pushed me right over the edge. Agnes's tongue flicked hard on my clit one last time, and I squirted again, the liquid gushing straight into her open mouth. She tried to swallow it all, coughing a bit but keeping her lips sealed. The spray hit her face full, soaking her veil and running down her neck.

She cleared her throat, "the main element in an obessium is honey, its critter is a miroslaw and its main ingredients are; diluted dragon blood, broccoli, elephant fat, three spider legs, a frog's eyes, snail eggs and cloud vapour." The first witch who took the bottle from Elma looked like she was about to spew the contents in her stomach. When Elma nodded at her she opened the bottle, sniffed it, and took a quick gulp. The witches watched Apple closely, very closely. After a minute Apple furrowed her eyebrows, "wh--" The witches shrieked as a huge lump of fat bubbled on Apple's cheek. Apple's own shriek was lost in the pounds of fat growing all over her, her fingers distorted expansively to

I keep my mouth on hers as I pull the straps of her dress down her arms and the front of her dress down and I'm more than happy that she doesn't have a bra on and her breasts are free. I move my mouth over one of her nipples and flick it with my tounge while rubbing her other nipple between my fingers. I want to see her so bad that I get impatient and rip the dress off of her. I move my mouth down to her clit and suck pulling it into my mouth, I love hearing her moans. I enter two fingers and feel her flex the muscles around them. I keep going and going until her juices is coating my hand and she is crying out my name as she climaxes on my tounge. I love the thought of her tasting herself on

Her laughter boomed until she clapped her hands together, drawing attention to her surroundings until she realized she needed to shut her mouth as soon as possible. Serena shook her head in surprise. Her eyebrows furrowed high. "I thought the dere would be cool enough to get you, but it turned out to be cute too." "It's just that I'm really insistent on making it official with Angga," Maureen complained before sipping from the straw stuck in her iced coffee. Amerikano, a type of espresso that is diluted and can be accepted on an empty stomach without sugar. It was still bitter on Maureen's tongue.

Seeing me, she suddenly looked terribly out of place. But Angel was fussing so badly she couldn’t afford to think about anything else. “Sir, Angel probably heard your voices and missed you.” I responded indifferently, reaching out to take Angel. “How much milk did she have?” “She still has about 30 milliliters left.” “Not much left. If she doesn’t want it, she doesn’t want it.” I watched as my daughter immediately stopped fussing the moment she was in my arms, and sighed softly. “I’ll take her.”

It was easy for Valdos to make the woman in front of him kneel at his feet, making her sigh and scream his name loudly. "Interesting I'm really interested," Valdos murmured briefly. "I'm not rejecting you Mr. Rowley. But if you have the slightest knowledge of your interest in wine, I would consider it. Would you like to taste the wine from Christoper's factory?" Angel stood up from his oversized chair, walking towards his left side where Christoper's wines were displayed in different years. Angel chose the 2005 vintage to drive Valdos away. The red wine's flavor image was intense, and its alcohol level was also high. Rather than sweetness on the tongue, the red wine he brought was much more

I’m not sure I could count Rosaria as a normal teenager though. Grabbing a glass of Medovukha, I sat on the new couch looking out through the windows. The two on the left had been shattered but you wouldn’t even know. Outside was lit up with the city lights and offices still working. Sipping the sugary and yeasty drink, I sighed. Felicity had made this batch in her push to reach that 12% and with this one she used not just manuka honey but also white jewel strawberries. In her eyes it was a failure at only 10% despite using and importing some of the most expensive ingredients. When she tossed me two bottles, I told her it would be lost on me but she insisted. It was one of her best batches,

Jones cleared her throat. "Because chocolate cake is boring. Red velvet is pretty, but too many people will do it." Angelina scrunched her little nose as she glanced between us. Then her eyes suddenly lit up. "Oh...wait, what about a strawberry lemonade cake, instead?" Damien raised his brows. "That's a thing?" "Yup!" Angelina nodded, confident. "It's pink and yellow and has icing that tastes like summer." "Are you sure?" I asked, titling my head slightly as I stared at Angelina.