Big Booty Puerto Rican Goddess Novels & Stories

I slowly sat on the white sand and watched the lady still standing to where I left her. I am waiting anxiously by the shore. Did my plan work? Christ! This is killing me. My heart is pounding really fast! I couldn't stand waiting for her like this! I swear I was praying then, she moved towards the seashore, towards me. Thank God! I did it! What a relief! She stood directly in front of me. I raised my head to face her and with that I smirked. " What can I do for you, goddess?” Oh yes! It's true! She's a beauty! She must be Venus if she was ever real. "Oh, shut up! Stop making fun of me will you?!" she mumbled pouting her lips like a baby before sitting right beside me. I could feel my heart

"Oh, fuck me, Gomez. I need that cock inside my pussy." "Sure, you'll get it, princess," Gomez let out a guttural moan as I rounded my fingers around his cock. With just one pull, Gomez ripped my gown apart and tugged the edges of my panties. The clothing formed a pool at my feet and I could see the surprise on Gomez's face as he stared at my naked body. "Damn, you've got the body of a goddess," he whispered as he took in my image. "Now, it's time to fuck the goddess." I winked, biting my lower lip as I hopped into Gomez's arms. Gomez staggered briefly before finding his footing.

In her hand was the perfume I had wanted so badly last month but could not bring myself to buy. "You're back?" Keith instinctively pulled his arm away from Caroline. "Today isn't one of the days you're supposed to come home." I had not even said anything yet. Caroline looked at me timidly, her eyes wide. "Silvia, don't misunderstand. I just came to visit my godmother." I glanced at her calmly. "Why are you so nervous? I didn't even do anything. You're making it look like I'm the bad guy." Caroline looked even more frightened. It was the kind of fragile, pitiful expression that made people want to protect her.

“Amazing with what?” “That you are the sex goddess.” “Normally, when you sleep with a lot of men, then you a whore. Fuck knows why they call me a goddess. Ok, I make you a deal.” “What kind of a deal?” “If you can slip your hands down my panties and have me wet in seven seconds, then I will fuck you.”

Sean gave me a deep kiss on the cheek, causing a smacking sound. “It’s just you, Ariana, and now there’s him too,” he said, then put one of his hands on the surface of my stomach that still looked flat; my face flushed, and I melted inside myself, yes! He admits it! My Inner Goddess immediately transformed into a cheerleader, wearing a tight short-sleeved t-shirt that only reached below her breasts with a super short miniskirt. She did a somersault in the air gracefully and landed with her arms stretched out, a smile advertising toothpaste looks on her face. We immediately met Renata; Sean said the woman would return to Mexico tomorrow. Renata, of mixed Latin blood, smiled wide when she saw

They didn't seem to have anything to say. -When your wounds heal, you will appear with us at the altar of the Blessed One. We will perform a sacred ritual, and you will become ours,” Aznar explained. - After that - you will live in our castle, the servants will obey you. With any request, please contact me or Beria. No nonsense. Now rest. They went out. And only then the girl was able to exhale. Despair firmly settled in her soul. "Blessed". Are they talking about the one that the people call the Goddess of the Moon? This faith was almost forgotten in her homeland, but Deya still knew about it, very vaguely.

From there, we climbed. The peak known as the Goddess’s Tear was thirty-two thousand feet above sea level. It was a jagged, brutal spire of black ice and ancient granite that pierced straight through the cloud cover. The air was so thin it tasted like copper, and the temperature hovered at a terrifying forty below zero.

"Oh my God!" she groaned, barely able to handle the rough treatment. She didn't know if she could agree with it as there were so many men who had already claimed ownership of her big tits, but God, did it ever feel like this teenager had taken ownership of her huge breasts, stealing sole possession of them away from the world. It sounded bad, but the thought of it made her pussy even wetter. But no... if she gave over total ownership of her body to him, she would be his whore forever.

She reached for the headboard, and clutched it tightly, arching her back with each thrust. Her sultry voice rose again, "Oh Jesus, yes, that’s it! Give me that cóck. I cannot believe how perfect her little ass is. God, yes! Do you think Brittany has ever been fúcked? I wonder if the first guy who ever fúcked her has a cóck that's as big as yours.” My eyes went wide. Her words shot through me like electricity. I could feel my pússy squeeze and ache. I was desperate.

I began as I looked down and paced my fingers along his already trembling shoulders, startled by my frightening presence. "Your mate whom you caused pain, humiliated, and turned her into a slave with your power is Alpha Doris Albert." I paused, my wicked gaze lingering on him as I smirked. "The one known as seen as, and called a worthless decoration is the Goddess of War." I laughed loudly as I felt in my fingers how his body tensed up and shivered as I spoke. "It's shocking, right? I mean who would have thought?" I asked sarcastically, glancing at Mark and Erbort, who were watching with interest with a fulfilled smirk on their faces.