Anya Mouthwashing X Reader Novels & Stories

I take a bite of bread, hoping that will calm my mouth, but every brush of the bread against my gums and tongue is raw and painful, like a sunburn inside my mouth. “Max?” I interrupt his reading. He looks up from his book. “May I have some water please?” “Sure.” He glances over me quickly as he reaches for my cup just inside the cell. He fills it with water, then places the cup back through the bars. “You okay?” I don’t answer as I chug down the water in a slight panic. It doesn’t provide relief, and my mouth tingles as if the burning is shifting to numbness. The tingles travel down my throat, and goosebumps erupt along my arms.

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You taste filthy. Celia: Use a sanitizer to gargle later. The crowd busted in laughter. She carried her book and spectacles. The crowd: Hey! Talk to us, okay? You can ignore these two… She turned around and gestured by blinking her eyes. Celia: Sure! Got to go… After a while Sally: Take this mouthwash and gargle. Elliot: Yeah? Okay… He took it and walked towards the meadow. He saw Celia again. She was glimmering looking at the orange roses.

She groaned softly in protest when I pushed it between her lips. "We really need to clean me up, and this is the only way," I assured her as I slowly fucked her mouth. "If we just used a tissue, that would be in your wastebasket all day, smelling like your pussy juices and my fresh cum. There you go. Oh, that feels so nice, Doctor Hill." By the time she pulled her mouth off of me, I was completely hard again. She swallowed heavily and stared at my renewed erection bobbing right in front of her face.

She leisurely sprinkled a layer of red rose petals over the white foamy surface before stepping into the bath. Slowly, she applied a golden mask over her face and picked up her phone to have a look at Mary Sullivan’s latest news on Weibo. When Xyla saw how those marketing accounts scrambled to expose Mary wearing a counterfeit, she subconsciously smiled in a beautiful way. Her gaze continued to shift down while various hateful comments against Mary came into sight. The stream of never-ending texts made left Xyla in a very good mood. Beep, beep, beep… Right then, Xyla received a call from Diana.

I reveled in the warmth of his mouth as I shoved my tongue inside, his tongue sliding wetly against mine. He gave as good as he got. Xavier was really good with his mouth after all. Yet, for some reason, tonight felt different. And it was pissing me off. I wrenched my mouth away from his with a scowl. “What’s wrong?” Xavier panted, his eyebrows furrowed. His lips were a little swollen, his eyes dark with desire. His hair stuck up in some areas, where it was mussed up by my hands. He was a beautiful mess.

Mj chewed her lips and ran her fingers over the face of a woman she so desperately wanted to remember. A/N This chapter was emotional and took a lot out of me, I do apologize the length is short Happy Reading <3

My movements were sluggish, but I forced myself forward, step by step, until I reached the bathroom. My hands trembled as I turned on the faucet, letting the cold water run. I grabbed a handful and splashed it onto my face, trying to wash away the filth, the violation, the lingering presence of him. But it wasn’t enough. The taste of him was still in my mouth, making my stomach churn with disgust. I grabbed the bottle of mouthwash with unsteady hands, pouring more than necessary into my mouth. I swished it violently, gagging on the strong minty burn, desperate to erase him from my senses. But it didn’t feel like enough. It would never be enough. I scrubbed my tongue, rinsing again and again,

she said to Claire as she sorted through the complimentary toiletries for some mouthwash. Claire cleaned off her face with hand soap and water, not too worried about the spunk she'd already tasted when it had leaked into her mouth. In fact she was a little surprised that Bianca hadn't swallowed as its flavour seemed innocuous enough to her but she didn't pretend to understand the arcane ways of the professional slut.

Relief swept over me like a blessing, and I seized the chance to escape. I fled to the bathroom, desperate for salvation. Grabbing the bottle of mouthwash, I tilted it back and swallowed half in one go, scrubbing at my teeth with the desperation of a man possessed. Still, the taste lingered. I gargled and rinsed until my throat burned, then emptied the rest of the bottle in frantic gulps. Even then I was not cleansed. I could still feel the phantom slime of her backwash coating my tongue. A violent shiver ran down my spine.