Chelsea Blanket Novels & Stories

Once Chelsea finally finishes saying goodbye to Rojo and her catfish, I lead her into the house to show her her room. As soon as we enter the front door Chelsea and Caleb stop and stare on in awe at the foyer. When Chelsea notices the fountain with the witches and the wolves she runs over to it laughing.

And most of the crème de la crème of New York society was there, the Dandridges, the Michaelsons, the Graysons, etc. “Did you see that god awful dress Hilda was wearing?” Constance whispered. Constance and their mother snickered. Chelsea sat listening. Her dress was white. She had a pink ribbon tied above her bump. Even though the ribbon was a small touch, Chelsea had to stand out – just like her personality. They continued to chatter on until Chelsea gasped. “What is it, darling?” their mother asked with concern. “I . . . I felt a sharp pain and – Uh, oh. . . this can’t be good,” Chelsea said with worry.

It showed off her chest area because of its plunging neckline that was attached to a draped skirt detailing top-notch embroidery and a back-hidden zipper with padded shoulders. Chelsea walked into the room with a wide smile. "Someone might not come back home tonight," she joked. "Chelsea!" Sarah tried to push the dress to cover her boobs. Chelsea smiled and went to her room, grabbing a red scarf. "Use this," she said. Sarah thanked her and sighed in relief. The doorbell rang, and Chelsea ran to the door. "Hello, beautiful," Liam waved clad in a tuxedo. Chelsea brushed, staring at the gorgeous man. Sarah walked out to join the two.

Chelsea turned back to her son and smiled at him placatingly when she saw his worried expression. "Don't worry, pumpkin, mommy will just be - ughhhhh!" Chelsea whimpered as she pulled herself off Jimmy's long dick. "Mommy will just be a minute." She patted his thigh as she stood up to grab her silken pink robe lying discarded on the floor of her son's room. As she tied it around her middle, she noticed Jimmy staring at her rapidly disappearing nudity. She smiled and stared at his long, thick, slimy cock resting on his abdomen.

The blanket was made of fine artificial intelligence that heated and thickened to help the wearer drive off the freezing temperatures. He covered the girl in the blanket while Brecc put his clothes on. The blanket voiced her vitals. “Let’s take her back to the cabin,” Eros said, picking her up and rushing back to the house. They walked into the cabin and found Charlotte and Alessandra drinking tea. He put the girl on one of the sofas and moved the blanket enough to see her face. Her hair had gone from soaked to damp with the heat from the blanket. He pushed the strands away and stared at her face in shock.