Body Dew Pure Romance Reviews の小説・ストーリー

Goosebumps appeared as India's body arched when he brushed his hot tongue across the pebbled nipple before he gently sucked it into his oral cavity Moans and grunts, and heavy breaths, "You are the best." India whispers in his ear. A sweet release was the dew that moistened their skin. Again, she began to tremble, her voice repeating its earlier song, beautiful eyes shut. This time, Denver joined her, grounding himself in her velvety softness as his liquid syrup of love, encased in his sheath of protection that flowed from his soul. Denver allows the moment to slowly subside into a cozy cuddle as they catch their breath before heading back to the beach house before the sun comes up.

Deni's thoughts: Once I was covered with foam my two lovers spent a good deal of time just running their hands over my slippery body everywhere. This was almost a vertical massage, except they kept switching focus to the good parts every few minutes. In between the naughty bits they covered every inch of me below the neck with their hands, giving me the simple but extensive contact that was what I craved. It was a delightful experience, an unimaginable fantasy wish come true which went on and on. When they had pleasured me to complete relaxation above and below they started to rinse me off. The body wash did not rinse easily, which meant more hands-on-bare-skin contact. Once the foam was off

“Burn it all away—the wedding, the lies, everything but us.” He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through me as he pulled me under the spray. The water hit us like a torrent, hot enough to sting at first, then soothing as it cascaded over our skin. I tilted my head back, letting it drench my hair, wash away the remnants of our passion. Dante’s hands were on me immediately—gentle this time, exploratory rather than demanding. He reached for the bottle of body wash on the shelf, squeezing a generous amount into his palm. The scent of sandalwood and citrus filled the air, masculine and intoxicating, just like him.

I walk towards the master bedroom, dealing with that cinematic warm light the bedside lamp produces; since the shower is made of full glass, one look and my eyes will be fed off her bare soft body longing to be touched. I’m a bee, and she is a flower, and I can't wait to taste her nectar. Her silhouette is like a pure love patio pulling me closer; those perfect curves and her ivory skin compel me to worship her. Roe has a sweet voice as she hums while bathing herself; a wild cat who holds a sweet voice is certainly another discovery for me; I hope it's not wrong to get to know her a little. She steps out of the shower, soaking wet, and I close my eyes abruptly at the view of her long creamy

“Get up,” Brown ordered, I tried to but I felt my legs give way. The three of them chuckled. “We haven’t even started with you, Princess and your legs are already jelly.” It was cinnamon, he helped me up and added in a whisper “I can’t wait to fuck the hell out of you.” My already wet cunt seemed to double. He moved me to the bed, and directed me to lie flat. Then he kissed me, letting his hands roam all over me.

My lips locked into hers, taking a possessive kiss and she let me have every inch of her. "God, you're insatiable Caelum." She moaned. "Your body is an unquenchable thirst I'll never get enough of. Turn around and let me wash you up." She spun slowly for me and my fingers worked her scalp with shampoo then conditioner. I loved the smell of sex on her but this vanilla blackberry soap was so f*cking delicious too.

The soft click of Sienna's heels echoed through the marble lobby of Cole Enterprises as she stepped out of Damien's sleek black car. The reporters positioned outside fell silent. Cameras flashed instantly, their flashes capturing every moment of this budding fake romance that was already causing quite a stir. Sienna had dressed the part perfectly. A scarlet dress clung to her curves, endorsed by her smokey eye makeup and rich crimson lips. She exuded the aura of a woman in control- as if she hadn't just weathered a heartbreak a month ago.

I landed on my ass with a yelp, pain spiking through my tailbone. Perfect. At least the sharp stab of it helped snap me out of whatever hormonal haze had just taken me hostage. “Did I just smell musk from you, Baevera Eldareth?” Revandrel asked again, slower this time. No concern. No movement. Just his infernal glare, leveled at me like a fatal blow. “I. Do. Not. Make. Musk.” I ground out through gnashed teeth. “Oh yes, and all the wetness your body produces for your clients must be... what? Bodily fluids?”

Third Person's POV Ezra couldn't believe how hot Roman's body was. His body was like a little inferno as he squirmed under him. His natural tan skin looks like caramel under the warm light. It glistens with sweat, and the scent of his slick is the strongest he's ever smelled. It's consuming all of his senses, turning his mind to mush with only one thought left in his head… Roman! The taste of his essence still lingers in his mouth as he licks his lips. One orgasm was nowhere near enough for the Omega. His hungry eyes bore into his soul as he climbed his body, tasting it as he moved higher.

She relished in the memories of their passionate night together, but the steamy water did little to wash away the sensations that still lingered on her skin. Savita lathered her skin with her favourite scented soap and reminisced about the passionate night she had just experienced. The memories of his manhood ravaging her pussy, filling her with his seeds, lingered in her mind. She touched herself, feeling her wetness mingle with water and soap. The thought of his strong hands roaming over her breasts, his manhood buried deep inside her, brought a smile to her face as she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan of longing.