Novel & Cerita Cartman Kisses Wendy

Wendy said, trying to turn her head to meet Jerry's gaze. Jerry shut her off, “don't speak, I know you've been craving this..” Wendy smirked and turned to face him, she held out her hand, touching his face, she drew his head closer to her face, “what are you waiting for?” Jerry's eye lit up and without further talks, he grabbed Wendy's thighs, rubbing it gently, he pressed his lips on hers. Just then there was a knock on the door. The hotel attendants. “Ma, we brought you dinner..” the voice came behind the door.

' He complained, the plastic smile still on his face. She smiled and he nodded in appreciation. They were almost at the limo when he stopped suddenly. He spinned her and she was facing him looking straight into her eyes. Everything around Wendy disappeared. She closed her eyes when he leaned in for a kiss. He claimed her mouth in the most demanding kiss she had ever had. His hands snakes into her pretty hair but she didn't care. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him kiss for kiss. She lifted herself on her little toes to get closer to the man's hot body.

“It’s what my mom does when my dad is stressed out. It’s what Kennedy, Madison, and Cyra do when my brothers are stressed out. You looked stressed, so I thought maybe this would help. Did it work?” “Yes. Just having you in my arms makes everything better,” I say honestly. I’m rewarded with another one of Wendy’s brilliant smiles. “Maybe I’ll become a permanent resident in your lap them,” she says, grinning. I laugh again. “That’s a good way for us to never get any work done.” I cup her cheek and lean in to press my lips against hers. I take my time, deepening the kiss until she’s pressed against me and whimpering. Her hands slide into my hair and the scent of caramel apples begins filling th

So I just said, “Thank you, ma’am. Really.” As for Wendy, she came with me to the door. “I’ll stay back,” she said with a small apologetic smile. “I want to help grandma sort things out and just… spend time with her, you know?” I nodded. “That’s fair.” She leaned in and kissed me. Light, soft, maybe hopeful. Then she waved me off. Back in another taxi, I kept staring out the window, fingers tapping on the jar of honey sitting on my lap. I didn’t even have a sweet tooth.