Cream Sin Novels & Stories

“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.

“I’m going to… I’m gonna squirt, Daddy! Please don’t stop!” “Cum for me, princess. Show your mother how hard you squirt for Daddy,” he growled, fingering me faster and harder. The pressure built unbearably fast. My whole body tensed, then exploded. A powerful gush of clear fluid squirted out around his fingers, soaking his hand, my thighs, and the sheets beneath me. I screamed as wave after wave of squirt sprayed out, my pussy spasming violently while Mom watched in stunned silence. “Fuck yes… that’s my good girl,” Mark praised, still fingering me through the intense, messy orgasm. More squirt gushed out, dripping everywhere.

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.

Smells like vanilla that was being flavored with cinnamon. Oh God!

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.”

We were alone. Krispin walked me to the kitchen. "Would you like some water or juice?" "Water, please." I sat down and watched while he filled my glass. Handing it over, he then began making his special concoction of Mountain Dew and hot lemon. "I can't believe you drink that stuff." "Yeah, I know. It really tastes like shit." I almost spit out my water. "Then why do you drink it?" "To remind myself that alcohol tastes like shit too but I drank it anyway."

He asked as his mint breath fanned my face. There was something about his minty breath, it was mixed with cigar smoke but it was faint. That was some grown men shit! I simply nodded and avoided looking him in the eyes. God what this man does to me can't be explained, someone shoots me I have lost my sweet mind. He smirked. "I love pineapple smoothies mixed with some milk which is addictive with a tangy flavour, sour taste, and very handful. Don't you think that is the best flavour? I want you to try just one time and see for yourself. Just a taste." He says, his words heightening my sexual frustration and I was pooling in my pants.

"I have cravings for meat ." "Are you saying that you are pregnant?* "No I am not pregnant. I only crave meat." "Do you want one now?" "Yes,but a raw one. A full turkey or chicken." Alex eyed the Queen for a while. "Please Alex ." Alex went to the kitchen and made his request. Mrs Jones gave him a full turkey. Alex paid 30 coins. Carmen did not wait long, she grabbed the turkey and began to eat. She licked any blood that covered parts of her mouth. And licked every finger with blood on it.