Novelas y relatos de Beach Jules R34

Aleph is a jet capsule waiting for us on the beach, and two more are lining up nearby. I can’t help but drool over Julian in his black sports rash guard and Bulgari ray bans. God, I want to lick him from head to toe. To compensate for his rugged, handsome look, I wore a black two-piece swimsuit inside my beach wrap. “Are we sailing?” I ask Julian as he gets up onto the deck. “Yes, come.” I grab his hand as he helps me board the boat. “Wow.”

The three dots danced on the screen. Declan: why? what happened? Jules: just went to a guys place to get my cherry popped and he refused to put a condom on Declan: what???? tell me you didn’t do it Jules: of course I didn’t Declan: remind me again how this is my fault Jules: you told me to find a rando to fuck and I did and now I have no money for food He sent a GIF of someone tilting their head in confusion.

"God, Jules. You're such a tease." Jules smiled down at her, pearly white straight teeth, that slew gods and crushed hearts. The lighting favored him, his skin was not the color of poop but a golden brown – sun-kissed. And his freckles which had been once compared to a rotten mango? Was— what the did she say?— yes, it was akin to constellations in the night sky. He was mesmerizing. And April or May or December clearly thought so too. Her lips parted, eyes wide as saucers. Her other hand holding the shot glass trembled when he brushed her hair back. Jules was about to take a sip when his wrist was snagged. The shot glass jostled and the liquid slushed everywhere.

The elevator opened with a soft chime, and Jules stepped in like she owned the place. Black boots. Dark denim. A cropped leather jacket that screamed danger even without the twin blades strapped across her back like attitude. Her short hair was tousled, messy in the way that said she either didn’t care or just got back from doing something illegal. I stood barefoot in the center of the living room, robe belted tight, still reeling from the morning. Jules looked me up and down. “You look like you just tried to strangle a man with a champagne flute.”