Novel & Cerita Chica En Cuatro

The mattress squealed under her as we laid her down, our shadows looming over her. She pushed herself up on her elbows, wild hair spilling over flushed cheeks, lips kiss-swollen. “Don’t-” “Oh, we will,” I cut in, my wolf’s growl lacing every word. Four sets of hands worked her over, fast and slow all at once - shirt tugged up, jeans peeled away, until she lay there in nothing but her bra and panties. We froze. Just a second. To look. To breathe her in. “Fuck,” Jaxon whispered, eyes blazing. “She’s perfect.”

“I’m being honest. I don’t flirt. Since the moment I knew you were my girl, I’ve enjoyed everything about you. I’m used to perfection, but with you… I don’t mind breaking the rules a little. Weird, huh?” “That’s a pretty solid excuse to say it wasn’t flirting. But thanks—for not complaining about how I look right now.” I wiped the smudged mascara from under my eyes, watching his reflection as he smiled and turned back to the road. “What kind of mascara did Tyra use? My lashes feel like they’ve been glued in place.” Hayden just chuckled softly and let me ramble until we got to the dorms. I darted straight to the bathroom to clean up. After my shower, I threw on a t-shirt with Phoenix’s favori

CHICHI Chichi, a very beautiful light-skinned lady opens the door to her apartment quietly and closes it gently with extra care. She tiptoes up the stairs but her effort was proven whacked as the light comes on, she stops abruptly as she meets her mom, whom she was trying so hard to avoid, sitting at the top edge of the stairway "where are you coming from by this hour of the day?" This is the question she had hated all through her lifetime, which made her stay away from home since she was a teenager. She can't believe the person whom she chose to harbor under her own roof will still police her around at her age. She rolls her eyes "work" she says as she squeezes her tiny self through the lit

“Do you hear me? Not. Close.” “Matthew, you’re not helping,” Liam snapped, nudging him aside. He turned back to Mia, his voice softening. “It’s okay to be scared, Mia, but you don’t have to carry this alone. We’ve got you.” Aiden stepped in, his arm sliding around her waist as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “You’ve got four of us,” he said with a smirk. “We’re not exactly easy to mess with.” Mia let out a shaky laugh, though it was more from disbelief than amusement. “Four of you? That’s supposed to make me feel better? You’re all a handful on your own.”