Cream Sin Novels & Stories

Ace asked Jazlyn now after the man sat right next to the girl. "Of course," replied Jazlyn casually. The girl had raised the glass in her hand and pointed it at Ace. The man had easily brought the glass closer and then there was a sound of the glass squeaking softly. Ace Morin has finished his Red Win in one gulp. "This is really refreshing," said the man who had put his glass back on the table. Meanwhile, Jazlyn saw Ace's behavior. The girl had already finished the Red Wine very quickly. "Do you want to compete this time? The drunk first has to serve the winner," said Ace now confidently. "Of course."

, he said as he left her arms and waited expectantly for her to take a sip out of her juice. What was that feeling just now? Why was she happy when he rubbed her arm and wished he never stopped? Why was she so angry and frustrated that he had stopped? Kaylee thought as she took a sip out of her juice. The sweet pineapple taste of the juice lingered in her mouth and the taste washed through her mouth. It was now that she realized that it was cold. It went down her throat and esophagus and she could feel it go down till it reached her stomach, it was chill. The feeling was calming and unexplainable.

At the same time, it was his sudden intrusion inside her that caused her to let out a restrained scream. "Oh shit! Shit! Do that again! Mmmmnnn ...." she said, still catching her breath due to the mixture of shock and intense happiness she feels.

“Crystal! Christie Swan, except for the fact that Stefano Graziani wasn't born to follow the rules.” “He hung up on me! The idiot had the nerve to hang up on me” right now I'm feeling an annoyance of epic proportions. I put my laptop aside and get up abruptly, I'll do something I only do when I'm furious. I walk to the kitchen and take out the choco-brownie ice cream tub I save for moments like this, and the whipped cream, go back to my bedroom and sit down to devour it while I rant against an asshole named Stefano Graziani.

I was shocked that we both liked the same coffee, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. "Ah, good thing it is cold then. I would have loved an Americano, but a latte is like my second choice, so I will give you an E for effort,” I said playfully, trying to hide my laugh. “An E?” Seth stressed out, sounding disappointed, and it was more funnier that way. “Shouldn’t it be the thoughts that count?" he added, and in his defense, he was right. “All right, I will give you a C+ for the thoughts only."

Slim I leaned against my car in the parking lot, waiting for the familiar sound of the bell to signal the end of the school day. Feeling restless, I absentmindedly touched the cut on my cheek, then reached for the cigarette I had tucked behind my ear. I lit it up and took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. As the bell rang, I dropped the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with my shoe. The doors swung open, and students spilled out, eager to escape the building. People approached me, much to my displeasure. Being popular seemed to make sense to others, but it held no appeal for me. I disliked social interactions of any kind, but I tolerated them.

I bring it closer to my mouth and suck on the straw. I close my eyes, savoring the taste. I can't let Damien ruin this night for me. Never. After finishing the content in the glass, I place it on the tray. I actually feel like I can fly and I feel soooooo happy. I place my head on the table and close my eyes, swallowing the aftertaste of the cocktail in the form of saliva. I sit up and motion for the waiter to come closer. “Can I have one more cup please? It can be our little secret.”

“Don’t run from it. Take what Daddy gives you.” I came with a sharp cry, thighs shaking violently around his head as the orgasm ripped through me. Damien kept licking me through every wave, drawing it out until I was whimpering and oversensitive. When he finally pulled back, his lips and chin were shiny with my arousal. He looked up at me with dark, satisfied eyes. “Delicious,” he rasped. “Even sweeter than I dreamed.”

I kept my eyes on his, mascara running, choking, drooling uncontrollably, my pussy juice soaking my thong. When his cock swelled even thicker, he pulled out with a wet pop. “Stroke me,” he ordered, voice rough. “Make me cum on those pretty tits.” I pumped him fast with both hands. He leaned down, yanked my bra cups down, freeing my breasts. Thick ropes of hot cum shot across my chest, painting my nipples and cleavage. I moaned at the hot feel of it. He bent lower and sucked one sensitive nipple into his mouth, biting just hard enough to make me cry out.

Their cocks twitched visibly while Caleb’s dick continued to drip with precum. Honestly, I had no idea when Caleb even cum. I was so occupied and focused on my own pleasure that I hadn’t noticed. But now, staring at his cum dripping from his cock onto my shoulder, I subconsciously ran my tongue across my lips, eager to taste that thick, warm load. My mouth watered at the sight, my tongue itching to lick every drop of his cum from his throbbing cock. “Look at me, Susan!” Ryan’s voice suddenly rang out with commanding authority. I instantly averted my gaze toward him.