Chocolate Kisses Movie 소설 & 이야기

They both got a taxi as soon as they got outside the school, “I was only lieing earlier baby because I saw my ex behind you, I wanted him to be jealous, the guy I kissed... he is only but a stranger, I don’t even know his name until you mentioned it in school, you called him Aaron, right? Or something along that line.” Cercei explained to mirabel looking desperately into her eyes. “Wait you kissed someone you don’t know? As in you kissed a stranger at a party?!” Mirabel asked cercei, looking suprised with her eye wide open. “Yes, the second time now!” Cercei replied avoiding mirabel’s judging eyes. “Wow!!!!!” Mirabel exclaimed as she folded her arms under her boobs and shook her head in awe.

No matter how badly I want to rip his fucking pants off right now, I’m not that person. “It’s fine.” He softly says. His deeper-than-normal voice sounds like sex to my ear. Stepping back, I wipe my lips and glance toward his midsection. The ‘million-dollar’ kiss has created a very noticeable bulge in his pants and now I feel even more horrible. That bulge in his pants is the risk anyone takes when kissing someone. Getting turned on during a kiss does NOT mean you have to fuck them. “Is this goodbye?” He asks. His tone is curious and deep. “Or see you later?”

It was the most tender kiss they shared. “I love you Maya Asher.”

"I just wanted to hug you, that's all." "..." Charlotte pursed her lips and was about to speak when she suddenly felt two taps on her waist. Her whole body trembled as the female lead in the movie suddenly hummed, instantly intensifying the ambiguous atmosphere in the room. Calm down, calm down! Just a hug, not a kiss! She had just finished comforting herself when a deep male voice sounded in her ear, "Of course, I still want to kiss you." Charlotte heard this and she became even more embarrassed, "This, this movie was not good."

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

I kiss the top of her head and head into the kitchen, putting the coffee on. I brew the coffee and put cream and sugar in mine, and almond milk for Kisses. I also grab a blanket from the basket for us to cuddle up under. “Thank you” She grabs the cup, cradling it in her hands. I lay the blanket over us, holding the mug of coffee on my lap. A few minutes into the movie Kisses’ phone rings, an unknown number on the screen. “Hello?” She answers as I pause the movie. There is mumbling heard on the other line as Kisses face pales, her cup of coffee falling out of her hands and all over her lap.

He lets two small drops fall on them, he smooths the chocolate over my lips with his thumb like lip gloss, first on my upper lip, then on my bottom, before slowly lowering his lips over mine. At first, his kiss is light, slow, and lazy. The kind that makes your head move smoothly up and down with every press of your lips. The kind where you take your time and enjoy it, but it's not long before his kisses are getting deeper and hungrier. He begins to kiss me with open-mouthed kisses under the guise of licking my lips with his. Then he lets his tongue stick out from time to time, this time under the guise of tasting my lips and the chocolate on them. At this point, I can taste the chocolate on

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

*** The chauffeur matched the breaks the very moment he pulled into the massive garage of Xavier Le Premiere square. “Here we go, pussies”. He said and wore a pussy mask. He, too, was in for the party. “Come get the door, dick”. Laura said in response, sparking a sort of confusion in my unseen mind. How could a chauffeur call his passenger such weird name, pussy? He alighted and got the door for us, and we alighted, but while I made for the massive ground, Laura stayed back and stole a couple of kisses from the man, before coming after me.