Benji Pic Novels & Stories

and I was speechless, but Benji grinned, "I have a weird urge for warm milk." She looked at him, "I know it shows them off, but you're a weirdo." The tiny pieces of fabric covered nipples, and small portions of breast...lots of visible side boob...top boob...and cleavage. Begging to be fondled, and you could see the puffy, mounded nipples poking through. I forced myself not to stare and nodded, with a big grin, "Baby, you look like a centerfold...that's hot, too!" I looked over at Benji, "Dude, I feel that same urge."

Sat on the couch racing each other and trying to beat each other. "Right Benji, time for shopping." "Do I really have to go?" Benji wines from the couch "Excuse me Benji, it is Rory's birthday, it is her choice now get your arse of the couch and get your shoes on." Lisa commands. "Fine!!!" Benji says grumpily as he gets off the couch and slips his trainers on. We leave the house and climb into Benji's black BMW, a car that he got for his eighteen birthday off of his parents. He puts some music on and we spend the whole way there arguing about the crap that he put on.

Then, if he knew Levi would be going to the Santillans, he would also offer to drive him there. "Hey, do you have any plans tomorrow afternoon?" Benji asked as Levi was finishing putting his groceries into his bike basket. "Ah..." "There is this basketball game in town. I was wondering if we could go together." Benji smiled, hopeful like always that Levi would agree. Benji is a good-looking man in his early twenties. He graduated from a four year business degree at a university in another province and has been back in town to stay for his family business. When his parents decided to retire from managing their store in town, he was tasked to manage it. As a bachelor, girls often flock him whi

Benji liked children, especially adorably chubby little girls. Just looking at them seemed to make him melt. He squatted down and waved to Layla. "Hey kiddo, I heard your name is Layla, right? I'm a very good friend of your mommy's. Shall I take you to buy a kitty?"

Because there's no way I'm gonna be anybody's sugar baby anymore. I was about to order an Uber when I notice there's a sticky note pasted on the kitchen counter, along with a plate of sausage, egg, and bacon. [ Take Benji to work today, the key is in your bag. Enjoy your breakfast! See you for lunch? 🐮 ] His drawing of a cow cracks me up considering how kindergarten-level it is. I quickly sit and pick up the utensils, ready to gobble up everything. It's still warm, perhaps he left only a few minutes before I woke up?

I'm about to find a bar and get myself a drink before I rough hand is clasping my shoulder. "Rhode fucking Whitlock, good to see you mate" Benji, an old mate of mine from New York shakes my hand with a vice grip. He's gotten significantly more LA mogul than the last time I saw him; he's got a tan now and he's wearing sneakers with joggers that I bet cost more than peoples first cars. "How've you been Benji?" I ask as I locate a bar across the room and motion for him to walk with me. "Yeah I'm great! But how are you man? Saw that chick you brought with you she's pretty nice" He winks at me as we reach the bar, I lean forward and tell the bartender my order before leaning back to respond to B

And right now, his gold eyes were fixed on Rain. “You move well,” Benji said as he approached, tossing Rain a friendly grin that somehow still felt like a challenge. “You’re not from the palace. What’s your name?” he asked. Rain hesitated while Damien stiffened at his side. “Rain,” he said cautiously. Benji’s grin deepened. “Rain. That’s nice. Do you want to partner up for the next round? I promise I don’t bite unless I’m provoked or you want me to.” he drawled in a lazy voice.

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