Novel & Cerita Cartman Licking 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.”

Two tears slid down her cheeks and I was quick to lick them off before they fell down all the way. “That animal is not worth your precious tears Jenny. You have nothing to be ashamed of baby” I whispered softly. She sniffled and said quietly without making eye contact “he….touched my breasts…and licked them” she shuddered immensely after that. I tried to control the rage that surged again through my veins and I fought with all my power to contain it within me and not let it show. She doesn’t need to feel more bad over what that bastard did than she already does.

He pulled away and gently wiped away her tears with his thumb. “Can you stop crying now?” Ramon's voice was gentle as he spoke but she wouldn't stop crying.. “I can't help it.” Cathy Murmured as tears rolled down her cheeks.. Ramon wiped away her tears and did the unthinkable by pecking her on the cheeks. “ You look like a wet cat when you cry.” Ramon chuckled softly and this made her smile.. “See? I made you smile.. Now can you stop acting like a big baby?” Ramon teased her even more and she smiled deeply but that didn't take away the shock she felt when he pecked her on the cheeks.

She scoffed, wiping a tear that dropped from her eyes. I moved closer to her, luckily, she didn't move away; rather, she looked up at me, her teary eyes telling me everything. She wanted answers, explanations that I couldn't give, so instead I cupped her face in my hands, leaned forward like I wanted to kiss her, and instead licked the tear stain off her face. Her breath hitched as she shuddered in my hands. She should slap me again, but she didn't, so I looked downwards and noticed her nipples poking through her jersey.

This was what I had always dreamed to see badly. “Come here.” I pulled him up and he scrambled to straddle my lap, still sniffing, his eyes wet and shiny. His hard cock pressed against my stomach through my clothes. Tears were still sliding down his face. “Look at you.” I reached up and wiped my thumb under one of his eyes, collecting the wetness there. Then I brought my thumb to my mouth and sucked it clean. The salty taste of his tears made my cock throb even harder. “Such a pretty boy,” I said, looking him in the eyes. “You did so well for me. I almost want to let you come… but it’s not time yet.”

“And now, you’re going to live with the consequences as you come for me... the one person you fucking hate.” Her tears fall harder now, her sobs wracking her body as she finally breaks with a drawn out moan. She comes hard; her head thrown back and her legs shaking. “Good girl,” I purr and I lean down to lick her tears running down the side of her face. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Her eyes flicker with a trace of defiance, but it’s fleeting, drowned out by the tears streaming down her face as she feels the aftereffects of her orgasm.

Yet, despite the tear, I remained composed, maintaining a facade of calm in the face of his relentless tirade. However, my vulnerability seemed to amuse him. A chuckle escaped from his lips, a twisted reaction to my silent tears. His callous laughter cut through the tense air, mocking the display of my emotions. "Stop crying!" he barked, his voice laced with an unyielding edge. He dismissed my tears as if they held no significance, claiming immunity to the emotional turmoil they represented. "Maybe it worked for Carmine but this tactic won't work on me!" His words, landed like a cold, unyielding truth.

It was a pity that she was restrained firmly by handcuffs and chains. After the police gave her a warning, she sat back down slowly and looked at me, looking as pale as a sheet. "Tristan, I've killed the scumbag couple. Can you forgive me now?" I gave her a complex look and said nothing. Whether I forgave her or not did not matter anymore. When Callista saw the impassive look on my face, her expression turned pained. "I've gone to such lengths for you to forgive me. Can't you at least say something to me?"