Chubby Chasing Novels & Stories

His movements were as smooth as water flow, and within a few seconds, it was as if he had not been here before. However, his chivalrous gentleness and charisma… was like a mark, deeply engraved in other’s hearts. He was only here to pick up Jenna. There were no coincidences or other reasons. She had just overthrown it. “He’s so gentle! Young Master Burton is so domineering! Definitely a walking temptation! “Aah! I want Young Master Burton to carry me too!” Chubbs was jumping outside of the car excitedly while her eyes were filled with adoration.

I push back to meet every thrust, greedy for it, and he answers by growling. “Look at this pussy,” he rasps, voice rough with pure filth. “Took me so fucking easy. Look how you’re gripping me.” He spreads one of my ass cheeks with his thumb so he can watch himself disappear inside me. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To get bent over and ruined in your own bed.” “Yes—please—don’t stop—” He reaches under me, finds my clit, and rubs it in tight, mean circles while he keeps pounding into me.

Something was hunting us. Ethan clawed me under the elbow, thrusting me forward. "Go!" The tunnel abruptly pitched downward, the ground slick underfoot. We are peering over the edge and barely falling through. The sound of pursuit got louder, nearer. Then we saw it, the tunnel opening into a huge underground chamber, its ceiling lost in darkness, the faint light of bioluminescent fungi casting an eerie blue light over an underground river.

Alexander navigates the stroller to the table, bending to kiss all three pups on top of the head and then engaging JoJo in a long enough kiss that Julie and I have all three pups out of the stroller and are playing with them before he leaves. He knows the deal. This is a ladies only time. The only Y chromosomes allowed are still in diapers. Just then, Fati runs up. “How am I always the last one here?” JoJo, still a little dazed from Alexander’s goodbye, scoffs. “We always wonder that too. Been staying up too late with Caleb?” Fati lifts her chin in mock snobbery. “I refuse to answer such questions.” I snort. “That’s a yes,” I tell Brison and Calix, who are sitting in my lap.