Cream Sin Novels & Stories

I inhale his smell and chuckled "You are…." But Leon was interrupted by the door I look in direction of the door and saw my sister,She looked at us in surprise and I saw her expression changed,she looked bitter,I smiled at her and she also forced a smile I tapped Leon to let go of me but he doesn't want to i saw my sister's expression darken.After been with my sister for a month I noticed she seems to have a crush on my husband She looked at me with a dark expression and smiled when she noticed I was staring at her. "Leon you have to let go now" I whispered to him and he groaned and reluctantly let go of me

“Shh, it’s okay. You’ve broken up before. Fifth time this year, remember? You'll always find your way back.” It was only July. Five breakups in seven months should have been a sign that something was fundamentally wrong, but Sebastian didn’t want logic when it came to Chelsea. He wanted comfort. He wanted me to be his safe place while he fell apart over someone else. And like the fool I was, I gave him exactly what he wanted. Every. Single. Time. Sebastian pulled back, his amber eyes red-rimmed and devastated. God, he was beautiful even when crying. “No,” he said, his voice cracking. “This is different.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out a cream-colored envelope with trembling hands.

“Oh my god… fuck… mmm, yes… that feels so good…” He rose higher, mouth moving to her breasts. He licked one nipple in slow, wet circles, then the other, then spat onto the left peak. Warm saliva ran down the soft curve of her breast. He licked it off slowly, sucked the nipple deep into his mouth until she whimpered, and spat again, coating both nipples until they shone under the library lights. Maya’s head fell back. Soft, broken moans kept spilling out of her without restraint. “Ah… ah… Liam… that feels so dirty… mmm—don’t stop… please…”

he snarled, each word rusty with the burn of liquor. I said nothing. I only caught the little basket of individually wrapped sour cream crackers at the end of the bar and slid it over between us. He eyed it like it might bite him. “What’s that for?” “Carbs. Slows down the absorption rate so you don’t get drunk so quickly, and this drunk lasts a little longer.” His upper lip curled. He pointedly and slowly pushed the basket away. Looked like a cat about to knock all your damned shit on the floor, really.

His fingers curled inside me, pressing against that sweet spot that made my body tremble. My voice echoed through the room. Our ragged breaths filled the air. The AC barely worked—I could only feel the heat consuming me, melting me down until I finally fell over the edge. “Xavier!” I cried out, gripping his hair as I reached my peak. Slowly, he lifted his head, looking at me with a mischievous grin. “You like that?” “Yeah.” I stared up at the ceiling, a faint bitter smile on my lips. His touch was so different from Dent’s. Not rushed. Not cold or stiff.

He says, guiding me to this adorable little café by the Riviera Where we sat and had the most incredible coffee, and I ordered the best coconut cream cJe I have ever Eaten In my life. I moan Licking my lips, “oh my God, Alessandro, You have to try this “ I hold the case to his lips, and he smiles, takes a bite, and moans in appreciation, sucking the cream off my fingers. “Doesn't it just melt on your tongue?” “Mm, it is very good, but I Prefer something else that melts on my tongue.” he drawls, biting his bottom lip while leaning across the table, staring deeply into my eyes.

His head begins to bang, drumming a fast staccato beat. “Arrrgh…” Kudaisi scream long and hard, grabbing unto his chest as a piercing pain also strikes him in the chest as blood begins to pool under me. His heart seems to want to jump out of its cage. Slowly, the pain in his chest mirrors the fast staccato beat in his head, and his screams increase making me arch himself off the floor and roll around uncaringly on the grass.

I bit my lip hard and started thrusting into her mouth, fucking her face while she released little gags and drooled everywhere like the whore she was. Saliva ran messily down her chin and dripped onto her heaving tits. “Shit… look at you,” I growled, staring down at her ruined, flushed face. “Taking your stepbrother’s cock so fucking good. You look so goddamn hot like this, drooling all over me, eyes watering, those hard nipples begging to be played with. Fuck, I’m gonna cum....” I cursed under my breath, thrusting faster. “Fuck!” I pulled out at the last second and exploded, thick ropes of hot cum painting her tongue, lips, and chin. She gasped and panted hard, looking up at me with a messy

while to me it not a bad thing coming here, at least for a moment I can worried about everything less. Everybody was busy with there ice cream including fatima who was regretting ever coming some minute ago. Were by I could not, I was just staring at it and turning the little spoon around "i hope it not obvious" I thought. "I think I have an obsession with this kakaki ice cream already" fatima confessed. "Says by who has a crowding phobia" Hafsat mock. "You guys should keep reminding me to tell the school to give Hafsat award for the 'Best mocker' of the year." Fatima said with her lip tight, trying not to laugh hard.

The smell of it filled my nose completely: sweet, filthy, unmistakably ours. “Goddamn, she’s gushing everywhere,” Preston panted, his hand flying fast on his cock. The wet, rhythmic glide of skin on skin was loud and frantic. “Look at that cream around your base, dude—she’s fucking milking you. Ruin her. Make that pussy remember who it belongs to.”