Novel & Cerita Chipmunk Cheeks

"Honey, did you peg his cheeks with those?" Hue grunted as he clicked his tongue. "Tch, he is faking his cries. You don't have to pity him," he said instead of replying to her question. Then, he looked away as he grunted again, feeling very dissatisfied about his wife's one-sided favour. He wondered what was so great about Veen's soft and squishy cheeks because his cheeks were soft and could be considered squishy as well. Jennet should only squeeze his cheeks if she wanted to feel happy and not squeeze another person's cheeks.

My Cher' has wild brunnete mane, and so does this one, she has full rosebud lips so does this one, the only difference here is that grown up Cherry's cheeks is plump ad mature, their eyes are both goldish brown in color, all these similarities and yet I'm not convinced. Suddenly it comes to me, there is something my Cher' has that no one has and knows only me, I noticed it and she told me back then, my hand shaking, I turn the two photos and see it, the little birth mark on her left side cheek, both of them have it. The picture suddenly drops from my hand, staring at my phone in shock, I can't believe I've found my Cher', my only friend from my past, I have found...... Oh God! TBC

Alpha Trent questioned. "No, you had such cute cheeks" I laughed, he truly had chubby cheeks in the picture. He was grinning in a boyish manner that made him so adorable. "What about now?" He took my hands to his cheeks and it made me giggle. Alpha Trent still had cheeks but they were not chubby anymore, rather firm but soft to feel and fondle. "Hm, your cheeks are a bit firm like leather and tough like saddle and–" "Eva" "I'm just kidding, you gave the softest cheeks ever" I turned to him and placed a little kiss on his cheek.

Buck’s eyes watered with pleasure, but he begged for it with every muffled moan, his face a slick mess of spit and precum. “Fuck, he’s starving for it,” Chim growled, tapping his cock against Buck’s lips before pushing back in. Light hits and slaps landed on his cheeks and jaw—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send sparks of arousal straight to Buck’s core. He whimpered and leaned into every touch, stroking his own leaking cock faster as they used his mouth.

I called, my voice steady. She pushed the door open and came out of her ridiculous hiding spot, eyes narrowed as she approached. She never grows up. Then again, chipmunks don’t. They stay short and fluffy—just like her. “You stiff oak! Since when did you develop X-ray vision?” she huffed. “How was your weekend? Business or whatever it was?” I asked, poking at her intentionally. She smirked, throwing me that smug “you missed me” look. “So, you did miss me,” she said.

Rosa chimes like a mother hen who found her favorite lost chick. A chick whose skin is ghostly pale — but flawless — made even more striking by her long, thick, auburn hair now framing her face. There’s a scrape on her cheek and a huge, swollen bruise with stitches above her right eye, just at the hairline. But besides that, she’s painfully beautiful. Even with no make-up.

In every shot, he only frowned, but the last first strips, he was smiling as he stared at me and at the second strips he laughed as I make silly faces. I can’t help but laughed too at the picture. My phone vibrated, I open it and see a message from Tyler. He sends a picture of me with my eyebrow scrunched down. Chipmunk: That’s a picture of you thinking. Still want to argue about it? I rolled my eyes as I answer it. Me: Please stop taking picture of me. I know I’m beautiful 😉 Chipmunk: -_- I laughed as he sends me a flat face emoji.

She's just sweating, her cheeks have turned red, maybe the reason is alcohol. She places her jacket beside her, then turns to him, looking at him directly. She smiles sweetly and cups his face, pulling him closer. "Mr. Sweet baby, this worried look doesn't suit your handsome face," she pinches his cheeks, pulling them. "Wow! Look at your chubby cheeks! You look like a Mickey cartoon now! He-heh! Smile more, g-grinn!" My chubby cheeks? A Mickey cartoon? Lynn wonders whether he should laugh or cry at her.

It didn't want to talk to Fremingo. Fremingo: "No. what's so good about a pig? I want to see you." As soon as Yuri put the camera in front of her, the little porcupine immediately raised its head, snorted, and then grabbed Yuri's arm to turn to the phone screen. The porcupine's nose was almost connected to the camera, blocking Yuri's face. Yuri was amused.

She's just sweating, her cheeks have turned red, maybe the reason is alcohol. She places her jacket beside her, then turns to him, looking at him directly. She smiles sweetly and cups his face, pulling him closer. "Mr. Sweet baby, this worried look doesn't suit your handsome face," she pinches his cheeks, pulling them. "Wow! Look at your chubby cheeks! You look like a Mickey cartoon now! He-heh! Smile more, g-grinn!" My chubby cheeks? A Mickey cartoon? Lynn wonders whether he should laugh or cry at her.