Chin Up Princess Novels & Stories

And it's so cute, not hoarse but low and long. I hold her hands and pin them above again. Then I continuously hit her sensitive spot, feeling on cloud nine. Princess grips my hands tightly and chants a few "no"s and "s-slow down"s. And I teasingly reply, "Hmm~? You want me to go faster?" "N-no- ahh~ S-slow down--" she begs.

Val was holding her breath as she can tell without even looking where his fingers were heading to. “What, Princess, you wanna cum, right?” Chanu devilishly asked as he looked up to see her looking right back at him. Her left hand is clasped with Khanu’s right, while her right clings to Khanu’s shoulder. She was like drowning that she needed to grab on something or anything to keep herself floating. “Yes, yes, please…?” She shamelessly admitted. “Chanu baby, please make me cum.”

Getting on my feet in a flash I clutch the material stepping away my eyes glued to the ground in embarrassment. "Wow, a scene of a prince saving a princess," HenYu jokes laughing at his own comment with ChengLi walking towards us. "Why do you two seem suspicious all of a sudden," ChengLi sneers curling up his eyebrows watching us with the eyes like something-is-going-on-here. "Clean your brain," picking up the cushion which is on the floor I throw it on him making it to knock on his face and land on his hands which he spread to catch it. "It's kind of weird," he looks straight at holding the cushion high.

She exclaimed in surprise. ‘But wait o! Wetin this ‘Holy Nweje girl’ fit give this man now? You know say she too day feign Virgin Mary, like say seriously, she know sabi, na she righteous pass every girl. I know say she go give that man a thunderous gbosaa? She said insinuating that the man would receive a slap from the said princess. ‘Nothing like that happened oo’, Chizzy shouted, shaking her legs as her hands were placed on them for support.

"Princess, wake up", Charles shook his daughter gently. "Dad, I don't want to get out of bed today", she replied. "Why?" She sat down and face her Dad. "I'm nervous, Dad." Charles smiled. "Don't be nervous, princess. Just get up and get dressed. It's past noon. You haven't even eaten breakfast yet." "I'm not hungry." He chuckled. "I get it. Get dressed and be down in 30 minutes."

“Unzip me.” I stopped her hand and ordered, “With your teeth. Keep your hands behind your back.” Her breath shuddered and chest heaved as she squirmed on the dark floor. She looked like an angel with her mussed hair, flushed cheeks, smudged lipstick, and wide eyes. And I was about to taint her more. “Go on, Princess. You don’t want to make your friends wait, do you?” Her cheeks turned redder, and she leaned forward, capturing the metal zipper between her pearly teeth. I took a sharp breath when she frowned and moved forward before pulling the zipper down. I rumbled when my boner strained against the boxers, her pupils dilating.

I was still fully dressed, but I walked up to the woman who was looking at me like I was a piece of meat. “What’s your name, princess?” I asked her. “You can call me, Cherry.” She purred. “Ok, Cherry, you will do as I say. I will untie you, but If you are naughty you will get tied right back up. Understood?” I purred. She nodded her head.

His daughter or the safety of all the palace dwellers. "Are you looking for me?" Suddenly, princess Alleta's voice was heard. The flustered King Dominic was surprised and looked towards the door. Princess Alleta appeared at the door. Everyone in the room stared at the princess. No one made a sound. Prince Chapistrano was amazed by the beauty of the princess. He did not take his eyes off the princess's face. "I will ask again. Are you looking for me, prince Chapistrano Timothy, prince of the kingdom of Cannibal Hill?" Princess Alleta asked once again in a firm tone. Prince Chapistrano gasped and became embarrassed. He immediately averted his gaze when the princess looked at him. "What a beaut

The fabric made a shushing, crackling sound as it moved, almost as pretty as the color itself. “Don’t lift your dress,” her momma said, and put a hand on her daughter’s arm to stop her. Purple Princess looked up at her mother, the edge of her skirt still halfway above her knees. And she smiled. She was wearing lipstick too—a cranberry stain mostly faded, smeared around the edges of her mouth. She was wearing her mother’s lipstick, just like me.

My breath gets caught in my chest at what I find inside, and it takes everything in me not to rush forward. A nursery. A god damned nursery greeted me with Jessica sitting in a rocking chair, clutching a soft looking cream bunny plushy in her arms. She wanted to be a mother, had a room planned for a baby to come right away. Gods, she was perfect and that fucker ruined his chance. “Princess?” I call softly, pushing the door open and slowly stepping inside. She looks up with wide, teary eyes, her face tear-stained as she tries to fight back the sniffles.