Blissfully Popped の小説・ストーリー

" Chris, is everything okay?" I was in the room maintaining peace and quiet when rue walked in and disrupted everything... " Oh! Good morning babe, everything is fine .... How are the preparations?". I called her over and let her sit on my lap. " Good, the kids are really making sure that things go according to plan and I cannot wait to celebrate Lillian's birthday, she seems like a good kid". She opened up more. While she was busy talking, I had to admire the way her mouth moved and hip thrusts on my lap, it made me want her and it was something I didn't think I'd feel, it might sound weird.

I said, looking over at her and smiling. “Thank you girl,” she said as she sniffed. “I....really...,” she hesitated. “I know,” I interrupted her. “I got you.” Poppie smiled a weak smile. She was almost 100% but not quite there yet. I wanted her to be at her best because I knew she would do well. “Thanks,” “You hungry?” I asked. “Yeah,” she responded questionably. “You wanna smoke?” I asked, passing her the blunt I had rolled on the table. “It might help with your appetite.”

Grabbing some lube, I squirt a little on her asshole and some more on the butt plug. Then, using even pressure, I begin to press the butt plug into her ass. "Deep breath, slut." It takes a moment, but her asshole eventually gives way, sucking the plug in to its hilt. I press the button and the vibration kicks in. "Oh! It tickles," and she wiggles her ass a little. I love how her ass and pussy look when she wiggles, especially with the butt plug.

Ai, no matter, at least now, when that dreaded moment arrived… the time when he could no longer avoid the wretched fate of getting his cherry popped… at least now there would be no red patches left on the sheets as evidence of the slaughter… Blackie, “…host, I am pleased with your high level of self-awareness, realizing that getting your ass pounded by that huge thing would end in slaughter… but, don’t tell me that just because your husband keeps calling you his wife, you now started to think yourself as a little wife?? (◞‸ლ) Ah, you are male! Male! What ‘popped cherry’ are we talking about here? щ（ﾟДﾟщ） “…it should be a burst chrysanthemum, ah!” o(￣▽￣)ｄ

A few pieces of popcorn spilled onto my lap, but I didn’t care. Blaze turned to face me, his eyes locked on mine, his body angled toward me. His fingers slid down, teasing my clit with smooth, deliberate strokes, then pulled away suddenly. The emptiness hit me hard. Blaze picked up a popcorn ball and fed it to me, his fingers still covered in my wetness. “Lick,” Blaze commanded, his eyes holding mine, pulling me under his spell. My heart raced, my senses sharpened, and I opened my mouth.

“Babushka, ya lyublyu tebya!” Mama’s face melted all over again. “Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu, moy malysh.” “I’m gonna eat again now. Because if I eat asparagus, maybe I get cake.” “That’s bribery,” I said. “That’s life,” Mama corrected. “Bye, Babushka!” Poppy sang, waving too close to the camera until the screen became nothing but fingers and light. “Bye, angel. Jasmine, call me.” “Yes, Mama.”

She let them out with a pop sound, rubbing it over her clit and it glistered under the florent light. So this was heaven?

A wave of wonder enveloped him; he had finally found what he had been seeking. There, only twenty feet away, sat Vera Susan, enjoying a large red lollipop while reading. Today, she wore no makeup, but her natural beauty radiated charm and simplicity. Her long, silky caramel hair spilled over her shoulders, and she absentmindedly ran her fingers through it as she turned the pages of her book, completely immersed in her own world. Fidelis couldn’t look away, captivated especially by her inviting red lips enclosing the lollipop. An uncontrollable desire to taste those lips surged within him, igniting a fire that he couldn’t suppress.

"My beautiful Crystal. I love you. Your beauty. Your elegance. Your gentle sprirt. All of you. You've captured my heart. I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else. Spend your life with me. Marry me?" The attention of the whole restaurant is trained on Chris and Crystal, waiting with one bated breath. The anticipation is unbearable. Silence stretches across the restaurant like a taut rubber band. Crystal stares blankly at Chris as he gazes up at her anxiously. A single tear trickles down her cheek, though her expression remains blank. Then she smiles. "Yes" she whispers and it's a breathy, sweet acceptance that shows all the love she feels for him. The whole restaurant erupts in wild,