Cherry Chapstick Clit Novels & Stories

Drаggіng the tірѕ оf hеr fingernails lіghtlу оvеr the flеѕh of her іnnеr thighs, Chеrуl саrеѕѕеd, and tеаѕеd as she wаtсhеd the girl on the ѕсrееn of hеr lарtор tаkе thе оldеr mаn’ѕ сосk in hеr hands and then tаkе thе еntіrе amazing length оf it into hеr mоuth. Wіth thе аmаzіng flexibility buіlt thrоugh years of gymnastic training, Cheryl bеnt her ѕlеndеr nесk forward and uѕіng her flеxіblе tongue, sought оut thе hаrd nubbin оf flesh thаt was her сlіt.

Celine lay back on the silk sheets, her thighs splayed wide apart, knees bent and pulled toward her chest to expose her glistening pussy completely. Thick ribbons of warm, melted chocolate dripped across her swollen folds, coating her clit in a sticky sheen and trickling down to her tight asshole. The sweet scent mixed with her arousal, making her pink lips quiver in anticipation. He knelt between her legs, eyes locked on the decadent treat smeared over her cunt. Without a word, he leaned in and dragged his flat tongue through the chocolate-smeared slit, lapping up the rich flavor blended with her tangy juices.

Had they just stuck their cocks in, pumped a few times, and that was that? I kissed the underside of her breast. “You smell like cherries,” I said wonderingly. “Oh no, you’ve found out my secret: I rub cherries all over my boobs in the morning just in case.” I snorted, tweaking the other nipple. “Don’t be impertinent.” “I’d agree if, again, you didn’t sound so sexy.” Fine, I’d take the compliment. Besides, I’d have her writhing and screaming soon enough. I parted her thighs, slicking a finger through her pussy. She was already soaking wet, and when my finger just circled her clit, she moaned.

“Already dripping for someone you claim to hate.” He pressed the sticky lollipop directly against my swollen clit and rubbed it in slow, teasing circles. I gasped, hips jerking. Then he leaned down and licked it — licked me — his tongue hot and firm over my most sensitive spot before pulling the lollipop away and sliding it back between my lips. “Taste how wet you got from being put in your place,” he said. The sweet cherry flavor mixed with my own taste. Humiliation burned through me, but so did something darker and hotter.

I should ask their girlfriends to punish them for bullying me. I decided to reapply my foundation and apply some lip gloss on my lips, and it's cherry-flavored. After retouching my aesthetics, I take a deep breath, calm down, and disregard everything Mr. Marble said. I get out of the comfort room, and then suddenly, I glance at Jericho waiting for me.

"Better, yeah? You don't want to fuck, how about you suck my cock?" "No!" "No?" he asked, leaning close and sliding a hand into her curls. "What, you don't think I'm hot enough?" "It's nothing like that! I don't want to! I don't even know you and..." "And?" "I've never been with a man." He laughed, biting her jaw gently. "Sure you haven't, Cherry. All the chicks who come on here claim that. Some claim it the second and third times they come in." "I'm not lying!"

He would suck my smooth lips into his mouth and massage them before sliding the base of his tongue against my clit. My moaning grew louder and louder until I was a desperate, slutty mess. "Fuck me!" I shouted. "Oooh fuck, please fuck me!" Paul looked up. His lips were wet with my juices, and he smiled. He started to kiss and lick his way up my firm body. When his lips wrapped around my tits and his teeth bit down on my nipple, I grunted loudly. His big, swinging cock tapped at my pussy. "You're not wearing a condom," Charlie whispered.

I swiped it on quickly and realized too late it was cherry flavored, making me lick my lips again. “What are you doing?” he asked suddenly. “Huh, oh, I’m just putting on chapstick,” I said quickly. “It’s cherry flavored, and it tastes really good.” He crossed his arms and tipped his head back slightly. “I bet it does,” he said, sounding irritated. I bit my lip to stop an embarrassing sound from escaping. The tension coiled tight in my chest. When he looked back at me, he reached out and barely rested his fingers on my chin before pulling my bottom lip free with his thumb. “Don’t hurt yourself,” he said quietly.

My mouth opens in a soft gasp. “Hmmm—mmhhh—mmhhh…” He makes silly sounds as he sucks on my clit, drinking every juice he finds. Chewing on the edible skin of the cherry and eating my clit, gently. His teeth graze the thick organ, causing it to swell from intense arousal. “Fuck!” I squeeze my ass and slap his face with my pussy. It drives my clit in his mouth but not without getting bitten a bit too hard. “Oh, god!” I wriggle my pussy in his face, hoping to please my clit. It feels thick as if it would burst like the cherry did.

"Stripper by night. Bartender by hobby." "Congratulations." Liora leaned one elbow on the bar. "You're finally starting to get to know me." She nodded at the glass. "Now don't blink. This one's called a Love Potion." Nothing moved in his face. "It's a thing," she continued. "Old recipe. The idea is — if you drink it, your heart races. But only for the person you're already into." She shrugged one shoulder. "Probably nothing. It's most likely just a cocktail."