Brooke Monk Nsfw นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I couldn't tear my eyes away, couldn't stop the ocean that had sprung to life in my core and was now dampening my pants, couldn't stop my mouth from watering as I imagined myself in that same position, bent up and getting my womb shifted. Stephan looked up. I jerked back with so much force that I must have cracked a bone. I walked away and I didn't stop walking till I had left that place far behind. I entered another toilet to wipe myself and to calm my heart. God! What's wrong with you, Brooks? That was your stepbrother. You got aroused while watching your stepbrother fuck a random girl. She has done worse. My wolf’s voice butted in. She had already slept with one of her stepbrothers.

Brooke moaned louder, staring straight at my face while I watched with my mouth slightly open, my dick throbbing at the sight. “You like how she tastes?” I asked, squeezing her tits harder. “Like honey… so sweet,” he said. Then he positioned himself behind her and pushed the head of his cock against her entrance. I leaned in closer, not wanting to miss a single second as he forced himself inside her. Brooke’s face twisted, half moan, half cry, as he stretched her married pussy wide. “Aahh!” she screamed. I quickly shoved two fingers into her mouth, making her gag on them.

“My system commands zero requirement for a male partner. My perimeter contains loyal pack-friends. That data is more than sufficient to balance my biology. Is it not exceptionally liberating to navigate the wilderness single and completely unchained? Why would my internal wolf ever willingly invite a male to complicate the grid?” Listening to the disjointed ramblings of my intoxicated mind, Brooke found her tongue entirely trapped for a proper response. Her hands carefully draped a thick woolen travel cloak across my trembling shoulders, her palm maintaining a steady rhythm against my spine. Suddenly, her tracking vision caught a subtle distortion in the low-light shadows of a private booth

Her gaze was fixated on nothing out the dirty window as she concentrated on breathing in and out. What is it that I'm supposed to be doing again? She asked herself as she stood at the cracked laminated counter. Oh, right, coffee. She looked back at him over her shoulder to see if he'd caught her little lapse. Big mistake! His muscles moved as he reached in and out of the bags, like some kind of well-orchestrated dance. And his ass did things to jeans that she was pretty sure were illegal in small towns like Silver Springs.

She whined. "Who cares?" Hannah squealed. "I'd get all the answers wrong if I were you. You lucky bitch!" Brooke bit her lips, flustered that she was enjoying having his cock between her tits. Her nipples tightened even harder, and it showed in the dress she wore, even her panties were soaked. Getting off the couch now would be embarrassing because she was sure she had a puddle all over the leather. She pressed her thighs together, trying to ease the throbbing in her cunt. "Eight inches?"

"You have such lovely tits and when I finally saw them, I wanted to be the one sucking on them. I was jealous to see Carlo playing with them. I wanted to be the one finger fucking you and stripping you naked. I wanted to taste your pussy and fuck you. I wanted to be the one cumming on your face." Brooke was so hot now, she asked to be fucked from behind. Dan withdrew while she bent over and he quickly started fucking her again even harder than before. He held tight onto her ass spreading her cheeks wide to get a better view of her asshole. Dan licked his thumb and began playing with her asshole, pressing it gently into her while he fucked her pussy. "Oh, Mr. B, I love that. Play with my ass.

Mom, Brianna, Jordan occasionally took breaks, but the guys mostly kept them with their legs spread, they were getting plenty of cock. "I added Brianna’s videos to my website and asked who wants to fuck this whore? She is available for fucking anytime you want, I must be there to video, I am the only one that will take photos or videos. I said Brianna is going to be in the alley by 1st and 15th streets in tiny black leather shorts and short black top, she will be standing by a navy sedan.

And those plump lips… “Yo bro! Who got you smiling like that?” Bryan loud voice breaks my thought. I saw him standing at my bedroom door, together with Ayle who is smirking at me. Those two must have been badmouthing me earlier. Remind me again why haven’t I banned that annoying little dipshit from coming to my house? “You see that, Ayle?! He is probably thinking about that blonde, right my dear friend?” “So, who is that girl, bro?” Ayle added. I can hear the teasing tone from her.

My cock fills her throat, the tight fit making me throb. She slowly withdraws, lips tracing length, threads of saliva spanning our juncture. Then she dives down again, more swiftly now. Her head bobs rhythmically, up and down, slurping sounds echoing through the quiet woods. I gaze at her breasts jouncing under her tank top with each movement, nipples straining through the fabric. Brooke's other hand is on my balls, circling them gently as she sucks. She rocks her head back and forth, tongue working the veins.

At the same time, the huge projection screen in the residence suddenly lit up and started playing a disgusting video on a loop. It was footage he'd secretly filmed of their private nights together, meant to 'humiliate' Aria. On screen, Aria looked like a docile, helpless little rabbit, curled up in his arms, enduring his Alpha 'possession' and 'marking.' He tremblingly answered the call. His father's deep, authoritative voice, full of disappointment, boomed in his ear like thunder. "Connor! This video! You explain this to me right now! What the hell is the meaning of this?!"