Cream Sin Novels & Stories

“Good evening, guys. What would you like to order? She asked. Before any of them could say anything, Hailey raised her hand quickly to speak, a huge grin on her face. Chloe knew her excitement wasn't about the ice cream, but the fact that she was here with Chloe and Zach. It made Chloe question whether or not she had friends outside of school. “I would like a cup of hazelnut coffee base with cookie crumbles and whipped cream.” She said and Chloe snickered. Hailey sure had a detailed way she wanted her ice cream. She was picky when it came to what she ate, Chloe had noticed that.

And Erwin will never easily let Jenny Hall dictate! Erwin Wilson just walked over to Jenny Hall and sat down across from her. He ordered a portion of tiramisu and enjoyed it. Erwin Wilson scooped a piece with his fork and brought it to his mouth, his eyes narrowing happily. Tiramisu has a light sweet taste, moreover, it has a strong alcoholic flavor, the greasy cream combined with cheese and eggs. The piece of cake in the mouth has melted, soft and spongy, it is "Heaven in your mouth" in the words of many people.

The sales figures for the oldest flavor—the cream soda—had dropped drastically. “Jace, the statistics for cream soda are plummeting,” I said, my voice tightening with concern. “It’s not making any sales. Over the past two months, the profit margin has dropped by 65%, and we’re only making $350,000 a month now. We’ve lost over $650,000 in just two months.” “We’re focusing on the new flavor right now,” Jace replied casually, taking a bite of his taco. “The profit from that is crazy. We’re considering stopping the production of the cream soda and putting all our efforts into the Cranberry Blast. It’s really making waves.”

Brandon's smile widened even more when I placed his hand on my hips. Taking our sits at the bar, we were given samples of the new drinks that were to be released on midnight. 'Lustful sin' was my favorite of them all. Rum and vodka mixed with cranberry and strawberry juice with a salted caramel topping. It was amazing. Brandon by my side, talked to some of his colleagues. I still hadn't asked him what he was doing but I thought I would found out shortly.

“Mmm, not bad, Ava. Not bad at all.” “Not bad?” I teased. “That’s all you have to say?” Chris swallowed, then licked the powdered sugar off of his fingers with a flourish. “Mm, yes… the flavor of the lemons is perfectly balanced by… is that a hint of cyanide I taste?” I rolled my eyes, fighting back a grin as I swatted at his arm. “You’re insufferable. And drunk.” “Guilty as charged.” Chris grinned widely, already pouring himself another glass of wine. “And you’re avoiding the matter at hand.” He waved another lemon tart lazily in front of my face. “If you made these, then you should feed one to me.”

I don't have a chance to ask him how it tastes before he moves back between my legs and I lose it right there when he drags his tongue down my cunt, leaving a trail of the cream before taking another lick to suck his cream off my pussy. "You taste so fucking sweet. " He grunts when he meets my eyes again. Sinclair repeats the process so many times till I'm a trembling mess in his hold and my orgasm shoots through me like a wild volcano. Without giving me time to get down from my high, he raises my legs to either side of his shoulder and I shiver when the tip of his cock grazes my pussy. "Happy birthday, My Sin. " I smile when he meets my eyes and there's that sparkle again. "You always make

he warned, releasing my neck waiting for me to make the decision whether to pull out or continue, that I would take that into consideration filled my heart again, but I stayed where I was and sucked again and he tensed cumming in my mouth. He withdrew from my mouth and sta at me, I still had his cum in my mouth, it tasted strange, but Alexander had tasted me before and tasted my juices too, so I swallowed it and licked my lips, I didn’t feel disgust or anything because it came from him. Him seeing me do it he was surprised to then smile and caress my face to ask. “Are you ok with that?” he asked referring to what I did. “Yes” I replied with a smile and he moved closer to me to kiss me again.

The flexible tongue nuzzles the soft vagina and stirs inside. He sucked the juice flowing from his vagina passionately and pervertedly. The more he swallowed, the more hungry he became. I miss this place, miss this scent. He sucked hard and made a *chup, chup, chup* sound. Quinn's pleasure increased when he licked her like that, she moaned in pleasure. Harvey didn't want to cause her pain like that night, this time he wanted her to feel the joy of lovemaking and the pleasure he brought.

On the verge of death, close to meeting Him. It would have been bearable if I didn't get my period yesterday. Bleeding and hungry, my womb and stomach were out to get me. There was never a combination so terrible. My fingers ran on the cold stone walls of the convent as I willed myself to the dining room. Every stone step moved under my feet, each breath was a task. Arghhh… the pain was getting worse. My insides were pulling themselves apart. Lord, why?! I stopped; my legs shook under me. I took a deep breath and that's when I smelled it. Cinnamon rolls! And was that… maple syrup!

And even then, nothing compared to the view from behind. Skin. Soft. Mine. Bare; a temptation to take her. Fuck my DNA into her system until she'd forever bear a mark of me within her blood. What this little girl does to me. "Leave him alone, babe." Crystal picked up her wine glass and took a sip, her eyes scanning the room around us. "He's as amazed as I am by the sheer number of pompous assholes in attendance tonight. Like those two making their way over..." all eyes turned to look toward a man in his seventies and his equal-in-age wife "…fifty bucks says they'll sit and begin complaining within ten minutes. Everything will be horrible."