Chica Vore Novels & Stories

After Marcos left, they both retired to their separate bedrooms. Xavier was about to lie down on his bed when he remembered something. He left his room and went to Chiara's bedroom. He knocked on the door and waited for her to open it. She opened the door dressed in a white cotton singlet and pyjama pants. The singlet was molded to her upper body and he realized she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples dotted the singlet and he could see the swell and curve of her firm breasts.

Vicente chuckles but then the room explodes in moans and groans from the guys as they near their end. Veronica pushes her breasts up to Luis’s cock and strokes it as she continues to bob on his hard cock. He grabs her hair and starts pulling her hard down his cock. Veronica looks up to see that Vicente is watching what he is doing and then nodding before doing the same to Trish. Trish lets out a moan and Vicente comes unglued. She gags and spits out his cum on the floor.

I saw everything ready and watched Loreta take the suitcases downstairs. Chiara came down the stairs behind her with confusion permeating her face. We have to make her happy these days, Gregory said firmly. “Let's go for a few days to the beach house; I need to get you safe,” I said without hiding the truth from her, and she sighed. “Okay, come on, I need to get out of here,” she said. Chiara had been having nightmares about the severed head she saw. She had never had so much direct contact with the consequences of violence until that day.

Phoebe left her hand and Nandini scurried away. Chiara’s friend asked, “ Chiara, this is so surprising. She hunted your Husband. Beware she is beautiful and best friend of your husband. There is something between them” Chiara laughed and uttered “I am Chiara D’Alberto, never forget that” she throw her glass of vodka on her friend’s face “Bitch!” Her friend muttered.

I hadn't led a multi-pack border raid before, and the dark heat of the upcoming turf war was already rising in my throat. "Look at these low-tier trench strays salivating over baseline scrap," Bianca’s sharp voice cut through the iron room, her fingers tapping against her leather holster. I lifted my head from the whetstone, my fangs scraping my lower lip. "Your mouth is running entirely too hot today, sister." "What did you just growl at me, Chika?" Bianca snapped, her hand dropping closer to her blade handle.

"She's fine. The gown is designed with a thermal resistor that regulates heat, so she is fairly warm in it, isn't that right, Vinca?" Vinca smiled and nodded, causing streaks of anger to course through Shanice's veins. "This bitch, just wait till I find a way of dealing with you" she was seething! "Frost, it's so good to see you. How have you been?" He turned at the voice to see Mr. V and next to him, the last person on earth that he wanted to meet, his aura turning cold suddenly. Vinca found her hand harshly squeezed and almost winced in pain.

Chichi was feeling so hot and even drooling because of Kaizer’s fingering skills. “Ugh, Kaizer, ah~” Chichi moaned. Kaizer then slowly kissed her neck and sucked it. “Ah!” Chichi screamed. He went down on her chest, giving butterfly kisses. He then grabbed her other boob and massaged it. While eating the other one. He was still fingering her while doing those foreplays.

He then stepped out of his car to smoke a cigarette. Carla drove towards the villa. She knew that William had no plans of coming home to the villa. Enzo mentioned that he had moved into La Maison Wilt, so maybe Crista was staying there, too. From a distance, Carla noticed that Lewis was leaning against his car. She pulled her car over next to his, and asked, "Lewis, what are you doing here?" "I'm here for Chica." He didn't beat around the bush regarding his relationship with Chica, because Carla had long known about it when she was in Italy.

I look at Jared panicked. "Danika do something!" Jared almost shouts. "Chiara whistle." I turn to her flustered. Chiara being the queens she is stands on her chair, flips her hair back, places her perfectly manicured fingers in her mouth and whistles. The whole cafeteria turns to look at us including