Novel & Cerita Christmas Smut

I don't know what was wrong with scumbag. I walked out of the hallway, outside, and a fresh cold breeze hit my skin. My hair danced to its melody. I took a deep breath, shoving out all the negative feelings in my heart. I still have a few days to get out of this mess, and once I'm done, I will never make such mistakes again. Outside, people who came for the Christmas holiday were smiling and laughing with their loved ones. While me…I was struggling to smile for a second. I felt like going back to my parents and marrying that bullshit to save myself from being humiliated always.

"I'm back with Taren." Taren extended his hand. "It's nice to see you again." "The pleasure is mine," Mr. Cummings replied, shaking his hand. "What can I do for you today?" Taren glanced over at Kiki and then turned back to the man who looked so much like Santa Claus. "Christmas presents." "Christmas is over," he replied. Taren nodded, his lips curling into a smile. "Yes, but we didn't get to celebrate properly, so we're going to make up for it tonight."

Christmas hissed with that all smile tattooed on his face while wiping his hands at the side of his thigh, obviously trying to clean his hands from greese and crumbs of the bread he just ate. "Miami." "Oohh!!! Beaches and b*tches!" Mr. Christmas laughed boisterously while slapping his thigh full of fat. He stayed stoic while just looking at Mr. Christmas and as he noticed that no one's laughing at what he just said, he coughed and clears his throat in awkwardness of the atmosphere. The auction of the smuggled people ended and he earned so much money from them. Millions of dollars. "I want you to meet my intelligent chemist, this is my friend Gorth. So what do you say?"

The sun was soaring high with the cotton-like clouds. What a perfect romantic scene! The man laid her down under a soft grass-made carpet. Then he touched her soft fluffy cheeks as he smiled. Finally! Tatiana saw him smile. It was too beautiful and contagious. She could not help but to imitate his smile. But all the butterflies left her body when the man stood and walked away from her. She sat in an instant. "Mister!" she shouted at the man. But he did not look back. She wanted to move and chase the man but it was like her body was glued to the carpet. "Hey!" She called him again.

Sebastian immediately jumped in, buttering me up. The moment gossip came up, no one paid attention to Zachary anymore. Everyone set their utensils down and leaned in. "Yeah, Brianna. Go on. Tell us." "A friend of mine works in colorectal surgery," I said. "A few nights ago, their department admitted a woman in her 40s. She's wealthy, runs a jewelry business, and is very polite and soft-spoken. "But the tests showed she had syphilis. She didn't get checked early enough, so she occasionally experiences hallucinations and paranoia."

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

he growled muffled from under, voice vibrating against my breast. But the sucking grew bolder licking rough, jiggling both boobs now with pulls that made them bounce silent. Pain-pleasure mix from the bites, my walls clenching empty. "Harder... lick harder," I mouthed silent, arching into his face. Movie droned on, Mia engrossed in a plot twist. Jax emerged slow, blanket settling, face flushed with that wicked smirk. "Your turn to suck, slut," he rasped low, eyes dark with need. The revealing dress had done it, my boobs jiggling free under the top, nipples poking through fabric, making his cock strain against his shorts.

He attempted to make conversation. “Hey, buddy. I got the spiked egg nog. I'm sure it will cheer you up-” “Women are vile creatures of unreason.” Sam grated. His voice was rough and weary. There were dark circles under his eyes. “The holidays are upon us, and I'm going to spend them alone.” Gabe munched his chicken and attempted blitheness: “You're always alone on Christmas, Sam.”

I grip his shoulders as I lower myself onto his cock, whimpering from the pain and pleasure. Oh, fuck yes! Pleasure erupts inside of me, and I begin riding his cock as he holds onto me tightly, kissing me deeply once more as he meets my thrusts with his own. Yes, we’re a little crazy right now, but it’s ok to be crazy sometimes, even when you’re a mother with a hundred responsibilities, it’s ok to have some fun… I smile against his lips. This is truly the best Christmas ever…