Chaggie Fanart Spicy Novels & Stories

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I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

I added the last part so there would be no more mistaking what I was talking about. Chad stared at me for a long time, he looked me up and down, then turned away quickly, but not before I noticed the shiner he had on his eye. “I’ll order the chicken wing platter with fries and I’ll have a cola to drink.” I wrote it down then looked up to catch him staring at me again. “ What sauce? We have ranch, blue cheese, buffalow sauce, any of those?” He dropped his gaze downward again. “ Um, I’ll have ranch on the side I guess.” I finished writing it down and turned to Nate, who was sharing a look with Xander. Did Xander do that to Chad?

The sudden urge to capture the droplet by languishly running her parched tongue across Jag's neck hit like a freight train and Camille suddenly found herself having to steady herself against the desk for a moment to compose herself. "Chilli." Camille stepped back from the desk with a smile once she felt composed enough to speak. "It's a good source of protein and fiber. Plus it has vegetables and cinnamon which is good for maintaining blood sugar levels." "It's a favourite amongst the men." Jag nodded as he approached the desk. "Us Draygonians are fond of…" "Spicy food." Camille finished eagerly. "And this is spicy." Jag raised an eyebrow in a mixture of surprised and impressed. "You know th

he moaned, “just like a vice around my cock." He used his palms to spread my ass cheeks like a loaf of bread. My eyes watered when his tip touched that spot. “Yes Daddy please,” I begged, gripping the edge of the chair hard as he increased his pace. “Harder,” I moaned, heat surging through my veins. The smell of nicotine filtered through my nose and with heavily lidded eyes I saw Mr. Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar.

My throat tightened around him, thick spit pouring down my inverted face, mixing with the cum already drying there, mascara running black rivers. His tongue speared my clit at the same time, arms locked around my thighs holding me aloft, my heavy tits hanging and swaying, bells jingling wildly. Chad’s comment shot to the top of chat and pinned itself, 20k likes in less than 30 seconds. “THAT’S MY FUCKING GUY LEGEND SHIT” with a fire emoji at the ending.

Plates of eggs, pancakes, burgers, and cups of tea or coffee covered the table. “Umm. Yeah” Charlotte replied, wiping her mouth with a napkin before taking another bite of her own burger. “But it’s actually her boyfriend Zack who she made the appointment for” Karina reached across the table for the small white ceramic plate in the middle. She picked up two cubes of sugar with her fingers, dropped them into her hot tea, and stirred it slowly with a spoon. The clink of metal on ceramic was soft. “I thought as much” she said, blowing on her tea. “Hannah doesn’t strike me as someone who likes tattoos. She looks too… sweet and clean for something like that”

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Once close up, one from farther back showing my full body, and one with my fingers spreading my lips open. My heart was racing as I sent them all in a quick burst, along with a new message... "This is what you do to me even when you’re far away. I’m so wet and needy for you, Sebastian. I miss your hands… your mouth… your cock. Come home soon and fuck me like you used to." I hit send, then leaned back against the cool tile, breathing fast. The ball was in his court now. Fuck... I really wanted him to respond.

Gurgling and screaming incoherently, Abigail jerked and flailed as Imam Tariq, cumming so hard inside of his little Catholic fuck-puppet, was lost in his own pleasures and continued his intentional defilement of her sweet pussy with her own Holy Symbol. He shot loads upon loads of cum inside her and Abigail’s cunt could no longer endure the vigorous fuck and she had no control as she released all the juices she had built up. Pussy juice frothed at her beet-red pussy lips, a bubbly soup that helped lubricate the drilling cock and the wickedly wonderful cross as it fucked her cunt in and out.