Novel & Cerita Booktok Girlies

“Congratulations, dearie.” She handed me a red, medium-sized gift box. “Open it,” Allison said, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Open it,” the group chorused. I capitulated and unwrapped the box, and froze. Inside were three different sex toys. All sleek. All clearly expensive. Beside them was a small hand book labeled: “Let’s Experience Orgasm” in bold. A nervous chuckle escaped me. I picked up a rose-shaped toy with a tongue-like center. “Whoa!!” the girls chorused.

“You have not yet replied to me, is this your first time having anything to do with a girl, sexually?” I nodded, shamefully. She smiled so brightly like a child that just gotten the biggest toy in the world. “That is great. I might be the girl who deflowers you.” With those words she moved her other hand to my waist and circled it, massaging the edges. The hand that was on the left boob moved to the right boib and started repeating the action. “This does not feel right.” Why the fuck did I say that? This felt like heaven and why in the hell was I trying to ruin something so sensational?

Then he ran his nose up my spine, causing me to squirm more. "I'd love a little girl, as pretty as her mother," Ellis purred, nipping at the back of my neck. I turned onto my back, and wrapped my legs around his waist while he pulled my shirt over my head. "What about another boy?" I asked. I ran my hand down Ellis's cheek and hooked my finger in his mouth. Ellis smirked and sucked on my finger. I moaned and arched my back, my legs trembling around his hips. He grabbed my hips and pulled my pants clean off in one, swift motion. Then he grabbed my knees and pulled my legs apart. His eyes gleamed brightly and I could tell he was done talking.

Rikka turned out to be a high-level light magical girl. Alisa read the book carefully and found something that surprised her. “This?” ***

As I massaged her feet, I inquired “Are you okay?” “I’m fine” she replied, her tone chilly. I proceeded to her legs, giving them strokes and a raise and massaging them in a circular motion. “Please turn”, I requested. She flipped over, revealing herself in her visible lingerie, the towel no longer draped around her chest. I was blessed with the most succulent pointing nipples I’ve seen in a while. Her areolas were dark and her nipples almost the size of a cheese. I was tempted. Yet again, this is Chief’s baby girl.

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.

a sexy librarian. During that first encounter, I struggled to focus my attention on her face (or Janie), because her tits were an eyeful. Either she had big, hard nipples or puffies poking through her bra; they were almost impossible to ignore. The t-shirt hugged her body and showed everything she had to offer; the shirt had "Books Make Everything Better" across the front and I tried to cover my adolescent behavior by asking her about the shirt. She smiled, "I'm in library sciences and I got it at a library symposium...yeah, there are library conventions. I know it sounds geeky, but they can get wild."

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

My request made her nervous and I realized that when she lowered her gaze timidly. She inhaled softly and said in a flat and slow voice while looking into my eyes. "Prince, The book is about how to punish and control girls. It has some weird things that used to happen in ancient times or maybe in different yugas and here is the page that I read mistakenly." She said softly with a hint of scariness. I turned soft as I realized that she had taken the book in another way and I thought it was the correct time to have some conversations regarding the perceptions she had created about the physical part of the relationship.

"It's Uncle Kramer's house, so no offense is taken. What are you reading anyway, at night? Sone steamy CEO romance? Or cute girl's exaggerated first kiss?" "Shut your weird mouth," she scolds lightly, then shows him the book cover. Mahone glances at it and reads the title loudly, "The New Orleans Voodoo Handbook. What_ you're practicing black magic now?" "Whatever," she says, widening her eyes. "Hey, hey! Why are you undressing in front of me? I can be your buddy, but you have to remember that I'm a girl, too!" she covers her face with book. "So what?" he throws the shirt on the chair, showing his perfect six pack abdomens, smirking at her shyness. "I know you don't have bad thoughts about m