Bendy X Cuphead Mga Nobela at Kwento

I resolved that I was going to wear my shirt untucked the rest of the summer, to provide at least a little bit of cover for all the unauthorized boners I was going to experience. Honestly, the bending over was just the cherry on top. Wendy was a total dime-piece. She had dirty blonde hair, seemingly genuine in color, with bangs in front and shoulder length in back, framing a cute round face with wide blue eyes. She had some meat on her bones, but it was all smooth and sleek, with not a bump or lump to be observed... other than the two magnificent, swelling, softball-sized lumps in front. Her hips and ass were rounded and generous, but not enough to keep up with her torso, leaving her with a

"Vanelope will try to get inside your head. She'll make you doubt everything—me, yourself, what you want." "And what do I want?" I asked, because apparently I was a glutton for punishment. His smile was sharp enough to draw blood. "That's what we're going to figure out." He walked around me slowly, then stopped at his desk and leaned back against it. “Bend over,” he said. “Hands flat. Legs apart.” My breath hitched. Still, I obeyed. The desk was cool beneath my palms. My hair fell around my face, curtain-like. The leather of his belt creaked softly behind me. I didn’t know what he was doing, but every moment felt like I was suspended on the edge of something sharp and holy.

I quickly clicked on the button so that there is a glass in between the passenger seat and the driver. "Is this good to go now?" I noticed that her eyes were on me all the time, watching my movement. She quickly shifts her body, leaving a gap between us. She shook her head in disagreement, "no, Carlos, we're not going to do anything that you have in your mind," she pointed her index finger to me. "I don't know that my Cupcake can read my mind," I narrowed my eyes while pulling her back to my side with my arms on her waist, "Maybe you can tell me what I'm thinking right now?"

How would I breathe without her beside me? I caught movement in my peripheral. I shifted my gaze just in time to see Mario make a motion with his hand. He lunged for Veda as shots fired around me. In slow motion, I swung my arm to the left and pulled the trigger. Mario's right shoulder jerked back as my bullet caught him, but he didn't stop. He kept going, ducking behind Veda like the fucking coward he was and pulling her against him with his good arm as I took aim again.