Cleo X Frankie Novels & Stories

“The dude you were sucking off this morning… how would the press take that news? The famous wife, Cleo… caught sucking a delivery man’s half-inch dick—” “Oh, fuck you. You just painted out you sucking that dick, you fucking fag. Why? Your toys haven’t been doing a great job? Want me to get you a sex machine? A damn sex doll?” Cleo asked, pumping the brakes. I parted my mouth to say the nastiest things my brain could fucking conjure before realizing we’d gotten to the restaurant already. She quickly alighted from the car, smiling like the sly, conniving bitch she was while I got out behind her. I helped tuck her hair behind her ear, my hands balanced over her waist, lifting her purse in my pa

I said emotionally, Emma nodding her head behind Cleo. “It’s garbage that you both weren’t treated better,” Cleo said, narrowing her eyes and actually looking pretty threatening. “I’m so happy you guys are having fun! I can’t remember the last time I’ve gotten to just hang out with some girl friends, thank you for letting me spoil you my queens!” We all three started to laugh, and Cleo’s tech began to set her stuff up next to mine, both of them pulling up folding chairs and starting to file our nails.

“If you’ve done anything to him, I swear to God I will—” “You’ll what, werewolf-fucker?” Lee interrupted as he got up in Sue's face. “You ain’t in charge here.” Frankie grabbed hold of Sue’s arm and started leading her away. “Just stay by the door like you’re supposed to, Lee.” There was obviously some tension between Frankie and Lee. It could have just been Sue’s overactive imagination, but she was pretty sure that Frankie had warmed to her enough that she hadn’t liked Lee talking about her like that.

Hеrе I was оvеr 50 аnd thіѕ wаѕ сlеаrlу the best оrgаѕm оf mу entire lіfе. I somehow managed to kеер mу mouth and mу bоdу quiet durіng thіѕ рrоtrасtеd реrіоd оf pleasure. Whеn Frаnkіе sensed that I had fіnаllу rеturnеd tо earth, ѕhе kіѕѕеd mе lоvіnglу on thе сhееk and extricated herself from mу lap. Quісklу but dіѕсrееtlу, I pulled uр my раntѕ аnd zірреd up. I lооkеd uр tо ѕее Frankie ѕроrtіng a hugе smile of dеlіght. Wе hаd аlrеаdу flowed оvеr into the nеxt ѕоng. Bending dоwn, Frankie gаvе me a full kiss on thе mouth. "Rain coat оr nоt, I thіnk wе had bоth better gо сlеаn up."

" Fine get mad . " Out of nowhere Cleo threw her laptop across the room and it shattered into pieces. She slid out of bed and walked out ,I ran to stop her and as soon as I held her she punched me in my gut , she was going in for a second swing when I blocked her and kissed her . She calmed down after a couple of seconds and within minutes we were making out . She unexpectedly wrapped her legs around my waist and without a second thought I gave into what she was asking she didn't have to ask because our bodies were talking. They had a language we could both understand and they really needed to talk .

Liam said, sliding out of the driver’s seat. Frankie grumbled to himself as he got out. Mia followed behind, trying not to laugh. It might be clichéd to include a waxing appointment in a makeover series, but there was a reason it was clichéd. There was great entertainment value to be had from witnessing a big tough guy like Frankie cry like a little baby when his privates were waxed. Women did it all the time for the men in their lives, so there was a certain sense of satisfaction in having the tables turned.

After a brief pause, Claire pulled them down to expose a tiny strip of bright red hair just above the junction of her perfect smooth thighs. She looked around and sat down in an armchair, taking the microphone stand with her and positioning it at the right height. Frankie had gone strangely quiet, his mouth hanging open, a small dribble of saliva running from its side. "Shall I start now Frankie?" she asked. He jumped slightly. "What? Oh, yeah, go for it, baby."

Hey why are you stopping? " I want all of you and I want to make love to you so badly ; but I know you are keeping something from me and you not telling me what's going on with you is killing me . " Cleo got of me and took off her shoes . She sat on the bed comfortably and patted the vacant spot next to her . I took off my shoe's and sat next to her . She burst out laughing when she looked at my socks . "Of all the pair's of socks you could wear you chose those? "

Frank asked, halting her movement. Chloe looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Brother!" exclaimed Dave. Frank looked at Dave as if to say, "It's fine." Frank returned his attention to Chloe. "Why do you think he calls me 'Brother?'" Frank inquired, his words piqued Chloe's interest. "Why?" Chloe inquired. Chloe suddenly remembered the photo she saw in Dave's room. A thought occurred to her: "Could he be that person?" "First, allow me to properly introduce myself." Frank reached out a hand to Chloe. "Greetings, my name is FRANK CASTELLO."

Silence swallowed the room all over again. For the older members of the family, the sight felt unreal because they all remembered the day Cassie slapped Franklin in front of everyone, right inside this same room. Back then, nobody could have imagined that the two of them would one day end up together. Now Franklin was kissing her openly, without shame and without caring who watched. The shock in the room deepened. Nobody seemed to know what to say. When Franklin finally pulled away from Cassie, his eyes landed on Frederick. The color had drained from Frederick’s face. His jaw looked so tight it seemed painful, and the fists hanging by his sides were clenched so hard that the veins in his han