Angus Thongs And Perfect Snogging Robbie Novels & Stories

the cell door opens and a blonde guy walks in, a sheepish smile on his face. " Welcome your highness, thank you for making me do your job" the sadistic one says. Blondie smirked, " oh don't be like that Toby boo, you know I had some things to take care of"" first of all don't ever call me that and secondly we both know 'some things' mean getting a blo-"" I cut him off with a cough.

Rob had one of the biggest cock’s I’d ever seen, and watching Jenny, with some difficulty, trying to suck that monster was interesting to say the least. The feel of Susan’s lips suddenly engulfing my very average cock, soon made me forget about comparisons however as her lips began to dance and play up and down my incredibly sensitive shaft. “Ohhh fuck!” Rob slowly spoke the words while lying next to me. “You can say that again,” I added, as Susan’s own magic tongue continued to lick and slide all over and around my own straining shaft. As if on cue however, both womans suddenly quit licking and sucking us and sort of slid off the end of the bed together. Curious as to what was going to happ

I barely paid them any attention until Cassie’s stride faltered beside me. “Ugh,” she muttered. “Look at him. He’s such a dog. Truly disgusting.” Something in her tone made me stop. I followed her gaze. Robert. He was sprawled lazily on a chair, two girls draped over him. One poured a drink down his bare chest and kissed the trail it left, while he leaned in to kiss the other. “He’s gross,” Cassie muttered, her voice quieter now, almost to herself. “He always has been.” But she didn’t look away.

I wiped one side. "Other side," he said. I tried again. "Hang on," Robbie leaned forward over the table. I froze. His hand brushed my cheek, thumb swiping softly across my skin. Then, without breaking eye contact, he brought that same thumb to his lips and sucked it clean. "Mmm. That is good food," he said. Then he leaned forward again, slower this time, and this time it wasn't his thumb but his tongue that swept across the corner of my mouth.

Rob had shaken and called out, "Slaves to lick or kiss chest for three minutes." "Too bad it's only your chest, Master, but you probably can't get hard again so soon anyway. Not like Ron. Perhaps I should send you to Mistress Dark's so I can have an erection any time I want." I started licking and kissing his chest. Rose was doing the same for Sandra. Rose knows how to please women so Sandy was enjoying every second. The three minutes expired. Rob called out, "Lick or kiss anus for five minutes. Slaves pull back your legs."

He thrusts away and I close my eyes, fantasizing that Chris Hemsworth, dressed in his Thor outfit, is kissing my neck and parting my legs, his hand raising the skirt of my ballgown higher and higher… "Urgh nnnnnn…" Rob's finishing sound rudely interrupts my fantasy and with a quick kiss he rolls off of me, breathing heavily. He looks at me, realisation washes over his face and he looks a little frustrated, as though my inability to orgasm in the few minutes he was inside me has ruined the evening. "Sorry, do you want me to stay inside you so you can…' "No, it's fine, uh… it's gone now, it's fine honestly." I'll sort myself out properly later once you've gone to sleep. I don't add.

Neither of them did. Their tongues danced together, slow but deep. She could taste the beer on his lips, feel his breath getting heavier. “Perfect,” Tony muttered, snapping photo after photo. He adjusted himself through his jeans while they were too busy to notice. Rob had dreamed about this for years. Now, here he was—kissing Emma, his hand greedily kneading her ass through the thin white thong. She was every bit as soft as he’d imagined. “Perfect. You two were made for each other,” Tony added, switching the phone to video and stepping closer.

The club reeked of vice and money. Lena pushed her way through the crowd, wearing a simple black dress that enabled her to blend in. But underneath, she had a knife on her thigh. Noah sat at the bar, pretending to drink. Evelyn sat at the entrance, watching. Damien was causing a scene. The first fight broke out near the dance floor. A man shouted as Damien smashed a bottle across his head. Security stormed in. More chaos. Vega's bodyguards walked—but away from him. Fine.

Our cab had already arrived, so we got in and headed straight for Reno’s Boutique — one of the biggest in New York. I’d only heard about the place from Marielle, but stepping inside was something else entirely. The glass walls gleamed, the scent of expensive perfume filled the air, and designer dresses shimmered under the warm lights. I ran my fingers across one of them, smiling a little for the first time in days. Tessa and I started browsing through the racks. When we reached the trousers section, I picked a few to try on — and that was when I saw her. Marielle. She was clinging to Adrian’s arm like her life depended on it, laughing too loudly, too sweetly. The moment her eyes met mine, he

I walked towards the tree and grabbed the robe that was tied and was about to tie it to my neck when my waist was caught by Angus, dragging me towards him. “Okay, okay, I'll stop making you recall your black history.” Angus softly said without taking his arms around my waist. I tsked and slapped the hands that were on my waist then glared at him. “It's impolite to grab a woman's waist without her permission,” I said as I slapped his arms again, making Angus let go of my waist with disappointment. Then his face brightened and answered sincerely. “I'll ask for your permission next time.” I glared at him. “There's no next time! I'll tell your master about this!”