Blow His Head Smoove Off Meme Novels & Stories

"You are so fucking sexy, Hollyn. You can tell me what to do any time you like. You blow the top of my head off." My eyes dart to the top of his head. My brow furrows. "The top of your head is still there, Tove. I didn't blow anything off." All three men laugh. "He means you made him lose his mind. Blow his load. Lay some pipe," Grumpy said from between my legs. "Come, Stretch. You made him come. A lot. And he liked it," Thane interpreted for me. "Oh." I smiled. "That's a good thing then."

I tease back. 3333 holds his arm and the other two laugh, “He punches hard, huh, 3333.” 3222 makes fun of him. We all laugh and 3333 punches me back, “Yes, I said what I said.” I smirk, grabbing him in arm hold and I rub his head with my knuckles giving noogies, “Say I’m not soft. Say it!”

"Had I not told you already? He has lost his memories. There's a lump the size of a fist on the back of his skull." Zane nearly sighed in relief. Bless this man and his gullibility. Kang Yeonho, however, still looked like he wanted to gut him. The man was no fool. Zane could practically hear the gears turning in his head. He needed a distraction—fast. His lips parted, and he did what any rational person would do in a crisis: he clutched his head dramatically, groaned in agony, and let out a pitiful moan. "Ahhh! My head... it’s hurting!" he gasped, contorting his face in exaggerated pain.

If this is only a private island I would gladly show my nakedness in front of Memo. I slowly jog towards Memo's direction. When I was only a few inches away from him, I saw his eyes widen. "Um, t-that's so big." He said as if he wasn't himself, he shook his head when he realized his comment. I just laughed at him and gently jumbled his hair which causes him to blush profusely. "A-are you hard or not? Fuck! Stupid question, you don't need to answer that." He asked again as if he's not already embarrassed at his comment earlier.

I say popping the p to make it sound more dramatic, I pop my eyebrows at him. “WOW, did not see that coming.” Shane says surprised as he sinks back into the sofa. He lets out a huff, and sips his beer. A few beers and a ton of wine glasses later we start to get a little giggly “I’m done with Love!” Shane proclaims, “ I’m done with men, with people, with….” “Dick heads!” I add “DICK HEADS!” Shane shouts as he dances around in the living room. We start to laugh and Shane falls to the floor knocking over the wine bottle. “Whoopsy” He giggles.

I wiped my face with the sleeve of my hoodie and plastered on my face the brightest smile I could manage before picking. It was a facetime call. “Hey,” I managed, forcing brightness into my voice. “What’s up?” Mae’s face appeared. Poker-faced and eyes narrowed. She didn’t dabble with hi’s or hello’s. Just straight to the point. “Some random number just sent me a video of you giving head to someone,” she said flatly. Ice the size of a dozen hundred needles flooded my veins. “What? That’s insane. Can I see it?” She shared her screen without a word and there I was again, kneeling and eager, lost in what I was doing.

don't go on strike yet o. "Where do you think you're going too? by the time I'm through with you, you won't be able to walk for two weeks." he said, meaning every words he said. He was just bluffing, yes was bluffing. "Pele..... Be feeling like one Hulk, oshe baddest." I mocked, eyeing him Remember he's bluffing, right? "Mr Hulk please don't smash me, I promise to be good" I taunted, laughing very hard.

“Dude, you looked insane. I swear I saw steam coming outta your head.” “It’s the fucking cigarette,” I snap, waving it in his face before throwing it down in irritation. He points at me with a big stupid grin. “Nah, man, it’s your head. You looked like a cartoon character having a meltdown. What were you saying again? Something-something Mia…Aaron?” “Fuck you,” I growl, flipping him off. He laughs like this is his favorite comedy show. “Relax, dude. I didn’t come here to fight.”

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"Hang on. Don't tell me that's why you came at me with two machetes in hand and hunted me down the streets like a dog. I didn't do anything!" I let out a self-deprecating laugh. I now knew that in Joshua's eyes, I was nothing but a clown—a pet he could toy with as he pleased. Well, why should I stick around to be the object of their jokes?