Novel & Cerita Anya Mouthwashing X Reader

I whispered, looking up into his eyes. I dropped to my knees on the wet tile. Water cascaded over us as I swirled my tongue around his swollen head, savoring the salty tang of pre-cum. I took him deeper, working my hand in rhythm with my mouth, sucking with wet, obscene sounds. Marcus groaned, fingers threading through my wet hair. I bobbed faster, hollowing my cheeks, taking him to the back of my throat until my eyes watered. His hips twitched; I could feel him fighting the urge to fuck my face.

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.

Taking the sponge from the sponge case at the top of the window, I scrubbed my skin so hard I could feel my skin peeling off along with the sponge, I couldn't help but feel dirty about what had happened in Alpha Xandros' room, I kept on scrubbing and scrubbing until I felt my skin stinging from the excessive Scrubs, my lips were not spared either as I scrubbed as if he gets rid of the taste Alpha Xandros left when he kissed my lips. I came out from the bathroom, not bothering to apply lotion on my skin and went straight to the bed, slumping into it allowing it soak up all my bitterness away, eventually come down and didn't know when I had fallen asleep. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ I woke up from someone splas

Marcus swiped his hand away from my waist behind his back, biting my ear in a charming whisper, laughing at me for being so obedient. The smell of his breath and the damp sensation on my cheeks from his mouth made me swallow. Marcus rolled up on my palm and made my fingers curl in a circle around my waist, wetting my clothes and body. The smell of the bodily fluids that enveloped him day after day became fresh and rich. My esophagus suddenly twitched, and I couldn't help but push Marcus away and turn my head to cover my mouth. The nausea that came up was just burning my throat, and I couldn't even make a retching motion, just irritating Marcus who had just risen.

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.

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Without a word, she grabbed a bottle of antiseptic from the cabinet, twisted it open, and splashed it straight onto Yuna’s face. “Your mouth must’ve been contaminated with toilet water. I’ll disinfect it for you.” “You—ugh.” The liquid rushed through Yuna’s nose into her mouth, leaving a sharp metallic taste. She couldn’t curse anymore, only retch violently into the trash can. Sunny cried out, “My books—” She rushed forward and pulled the trash can away. Yuna pointed viciously at Sunny, covered her mouth, and went off to find a trash can farther away. Ellie and Bobby clapped excitedly. “Cool lady is so cool. Cool lady is so awesome.”

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.

I bite the inside of my cheek and run my hand over my face because of the water pelting over my face and blearing my vision. Dima hangs his head low, amusement curling his lips. “Really, novels? How much have you read?” The thick air clears around us just by grabbing a hint of a smile from the hard lines of his face. “A lot. I can’t begin to count, you know.” His gaze still lingers on me, darkening at every word I spill. I pick up the soap and loofah from the cabinet perched against the wall. I bring it closer and allow the loofah to soak in some water before spurting the soap on it.

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