Cartman Licking Tears Novels & Stories

I never cry for things like this? Sobbing, Carter picks me up in bridal style to cuddle me with his big face, he looked sad as he tried to be my comfort, sniffling my tears Carter picked my sleeve to help me clean my nose, even in this beasts body he still tries to be my sweet, and loving mate that I have fallen for. “Carter you look so different, but I know it’s you in there, I’m just nervous, I’m so sorry I can’t stop crying, I’m so sorry I’m scared.” Carter holds me tightly as he asks me in our link.

I muttered slowly and for the first time in a long time tears drip from my eyes and fell right on my cheeks "You know I hate to see your tears," He said and shifted closer and slowly, he brought his warm hand to my cheeks wiping my tears away Slowly his face leaned closer, our hot breath fanned each other, his sweet intoxicating scent engulfed me And right at that moment, I forgot every of my problems, I bit my lower lips and closed my eyes waiting for his sumptuous lips to cover my aching lips I was caught off guard when his tongue landed on my cheeks, I was shocked but only for a moment, I closed my eyes and circled my hand around his neck, I pulled him closer, and slowly he begins to lick

I whispered as tears crept into my eyes, trickling down my cheeks. He smelled the tears before licking them away! Then, to my utter astonishment, he nudged the loose tendrils of hair aside with his cold nose! A gasp of horror escaped my lips, waiting for him to bite me, but he didn’t. Instead, his muzzle hovered over my lips and he licked them! Was it a kiss?

(pun intended) “I’m about to cum, Ry. Open your mouth.” I did as told, sticking my tongue out as Carter jerked himself. Then my eyes rose from his beautifully pink cock to his eyes, the moment our gazes met hot liquid spilling all over my face. I tried to catch it with my tongue, but most of it fell over my cheeks and closed eyelids, some going as far as my chest and bellybutton. Carter’s breathing gradually calmed down, his palms cupping my face and thumbs rubbing his jeez out of my eyes. Then he stretched his hand and took some tissues, cleaning my face and body as I did with his.

I hesitantly planted a kiss on his scent gland. He jolted up with a loud cry of pleasure. He panted heavily, his tongue hanging out as his tears welled up in his eyes. I smirked, planting more kisses on his scent glands. "T-Too much." He cried, sobs tumbling out his lips. "Do you want me to stop, love?" I asked, kitten licking his scent glands.

It seemed like it was specially made just for him. “In times of fear, how can I stay calm enough to distinguish between humans and animals?” His eyes showed a bit of pain as he wiped her tears, and also felt guilty for teasing this little girl so much. Bending down to kiss her eyelashes, the salty taste of tears also crept into his taste buds: "I know. I'm sorry, next time I won't dare to tease you again..." Picking her up and walking towards the sofa, he knelt on one knee and continued to gently brush away the sideburns that had stuck to her face due to tears:

I begged while folding my hands and clearly sobbing. He slowly stood up from the table and came to me and stood right in front of me and raised his hand and I thought he hit me and I flinched but he didn't. He took his finger out and took a tear from my cheek and kept looking at it and then he licked his finger. And chuckled. Is he drinking my tears?

“I don’t think I could have gotten this far without you. And that’s so dumb, but it’s true.” He whined again and nudged me with his snout. It took a minute before I was ready to breathe through the tightness in my chest, and let the tears go. But when I was, I pulled back and took a deep breath. Ralf, very gently, licked the tears from my face, then rested his head against my cheek until my shoulders stopped hitching. When I finally straightened to look him in the eye and scratch him behind the ears the way he liked, he was watching my face.

His canines closed in and pressed against my skin, the peppery tears flowed out and he moved to my teary face instead, watching me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world… and my tears were streams of molten gold. I moaned in appreciation when he licked them away and kissed my forehead. More hot tears poured down my face but he continued to lick, one by one, until it was the last one. My eyes shone when I saw he drank them with his eyes closed, enjoying it with the impression of swallowing his favorite tequila… or something better. His eyes darted to me and he said with a dangerous smirk, “Keep your tears for when I’m done with you.” My head tilted back and my back arched when my le

A trail of drool dribbled down my chin, and I looked up at him, my eyes pleading as tears rolled down my cheeks. Luca breathed out, his eyes glazed with lust. “If you think crying is going to make me go easy on you,” he mused, reaching out to caress my face. His thumb caught a tear, and he brought it to his lips, licking it off with a sadistic grin. “Then think again, because I like it.”