Novel & Cerita Cartman Licking Tears

I cried, but they did not look the least moved. The o d in front of me was so hyper focused on the tears that rolled down my cheek. He stretched his hand and followed their trail, down my cheeks. Then he guided his finger which was wet with my tears into his mouth and sucked. I shut my eyes tight, disgusted with the sight. Whack! "Urrghhh!" The scream tore from the back of my throat as pain reverberated through me. He had slapped me again. My stomach chose that same time to rumble with hunger again.

Before I knew it, the tears started rolling. “Because you are a beautiful woman who deserves kindness and more. You deserve to be pampered.” I returned softly before licking a drop of tears from her cheek. “Oh gosh, I am going to be a mess.” She laughed softly even as she kept crying and I chuckled. “You can never be a mess, Becca.” I disagreed firmly. And just because I felt like it, I took her face in my hand and I licked away every drop of tears till she stopped crying and moaned in ecstasy instead.

I've always wanted to feel that comfort of belongingness. My wrist bleeds and his tongue licks it up healing the fresh gushing wound. I watch his mark and another stranded tear makes its cold path down my face. He licks that as well not allowing my eyes to tear up making sure they are dry. He does not want me to cry, he cannot bear it. He rolls upon the ground showing me his belly paws tucked by his chest tongue hanging down the side of his mouth whilst he pants. A position to make me laugh, a playful position and it indeed works for I do laugh wiping away my tears with the heels of my palms.

He yanks my ankle again so that my knee is close to his face. Bending down he opens his mouth, tongue peeking out to lick my wound. The more he licks the stinging sensations die and he frees me of my pain. My struggling stops, my cries turning into soft hiccups and I lay still waiting for him to finish. He licks until the blood dries and the wound closes. My eyes widen as I look at the wound for mother told me bandages healed the wounds but I never knew there were other ways. Did wolves have the ability to do this? I peer back at him as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand removing the traces of my blood.

I make an effort to wipe the tears in my eyes. Wren turned away from what he was doing, he almost flew towards me then hugged me tightly. Gently stroked my back. “Shhh… okay. Just cry Carnation. I'm just here, I told you, didn't I? No matter what happens, I'm just here, I promised to be your big bro, right? ”

Her eyes were glassy with emotion, and Lucian was whining in my head. I didn’t know what to say, so I reached out and wiped another tear that had fallen onto her cheek. The tear dribbled over the tiny fissures in my finger, creating a slight buzzing sensation. Her scent wafted around me. Instinct told me to put my finger to my mouth and lick her tear. She was watching me with her large eyes, and I didn’t know if I could answer the question that would come if I tasted her tear in front of her, so I forced myself to wipe it on my t-shirt instead. Lucian whined. I cautiously put my arm around her and waited. After a half-second, she leaned in and sighed. A couple more tears dripped onto my t-sh

I bit the inside of my cheek trying to stop myself from saying no, so I just nodded but a rebellious tear suddenly escaped me and I felt it trailing down my face and I saw Leonardo clear his throat awkwardly. "You're crying," he said, stating the obvious as he put his hands in his pockets and I cleared my throat, bringing my hand up to wipe away the tear quickly but as fast as I wiped it away, another cascaded down, taking its time to reach my chin and this time I did nothing to wipe it away.

My nails dig crescents into my palms as I gag. The next thrust nearly splits me in half, violent and merciless, knocking the air from my lungs as his c**k slams into the back of my throat. My vision sparks white, stars exploding in the corners of my eyes until tears sting hot and spill free. He reaches down and smears the tears away with his thumb then brings it to his mouth and licks it. Sh*t, why did that look so hot?

Marcus and Connor stood nearby, both looking smug. The whole pack was here—warriors, elders, and families with kids. Everyone is grinning at me. I burst into tears. “Happy tears!” I said quickly as Christian's face shifted to concern. “These are happy tears, I promise.” He pulled me close while I cried into his shirt like an idiot. The pack laughed good-naturedly, used to their emotional Luna by now. “Come on,” Diana said, rescuing me from my feelings. “There's food, and Elder Margaret will murder us all if her cooking gets cold.”

It is a reminder that he is also just human, even when everyone else seems to view him as an object for their entertainment. I laugh and cry at the same time, my heart still broken for Marley, but full from overwhelming emotions that this man creates. I sit up straight, looking for a tissue that I can wipe my tears off with, but Dalon suddenly grabs me and pulls me over his lag so that I am straddling him. Any tears that was still filling up my eyes, disappears as shock leaves me frozen in place. My hands are on his chest to keep me from falling face first on his chest. I look at the wet spot on his chest and cringe. That is a very large wet spot. If he is disgusted by it, he doesn’t show it