Cream Vim Novelas e Histórias

she spluttered, her eyes tearing up and I couldn’t suppress my laughter. “Too strong?” She wasn’t used to drinking. I took one and sipped. “Hmm, this is good.” It was a Rainbow Paradise cocktail with a double shot of coconut rum with the pineapple juice and blue curacao it complimented each other perfectly. “Take it slow. Unless you want to get hammered, Sugar.” I said, chuckling softly. I would have liked to see that happen. “I could ask for a virgin cocktail…”

“Don’t freak out. It’s called a virgin pina colada. Mock rum syrup, pineapple juice, and coconut milk. No alcohol in sight.” I don’t know about that. I’m not comfortable drinking something I didn’t ask for. But I’m not in the mood to fight too much. I just want to do something that makes me forget the bastard I had told to get the hell out of my apartment. If I’m lucky, he’ll be gone when I get back from the bar. If he isn’t… I haven’t thought that far ahead. I just want him gone. Sighing, I pick up the glass and take a sip. It’s actually not too bad. I didn’t think pineapple juice and coconut milk would work together, but it does. I can tolerate it, although I prefer my usual fizzy sodas.

"This is anaerobic processed coffee. Have a sip and let me know what you think, Summie." "Sure." Summer lifted the cup and took a whiff. She caught a light scent of coffee and thick, milky goodness. There was milk and cream in the coffee.

“Alcohol? Seriously? But… I didn’t even taste it!” “That’s the trick,” the bartender said with a wink. “The sweetness of the fruit hides the vodka perfectly. Oh, and if you like, we also have boozy brownies and cupcakes. Want to give those a try?” Suddenly, it all clicked. “The Pineapple Malibu cupcakes... I had one of those earlier,” she said slowly, realization dawning like the sun breaking through clouds. The bartender nodded knowingly. “Made with Malibu rum. They’re dangerously delicious.” She gazed off into the distance, a wry smile tugging at her lips.

"Blue motorcycle?" Jax asked. "2 cups ice cubes, 1/2 jigger vodka, 1/2 jigger tequila, 1/2 jigger rum, 1/2 jigger gin." Raine answered. "Harley Davidson?" Jax asked. "Baileys Irish cream, midori melon liqueur over ice, stir and strain into a 4oz rocks glass, top with a jagermeister." Raine replied. "What are the 6 basic liquors?" Jax asked.

“Good girl. Take it all.” I gag more and my throat burns. Saliva runs down my chin onto my breasts. The chain pulls, my nipples throb. He pulls out suddenly and places his hands on his coxk stroking it fast. Hot cum shoots out from it into my mouth. It is salty and thick. I swallow what I can then cough. The rest of the cum lands on my face, cheeks, lips and chin; dripping down to my breasts. He looks down and in a voice so calm, he utters “Rub it in like cream.”

The email read; “Dear student, Evans Hart, due to your excellence in your studies, we the school council wouldn’t want your talent to go to waste because of your personal life, so we have decided to give you a rare opportunity to get your certificate. The opportunity will have you leave the country and go to Canada to intern under a doctor in a famous hospital. There, you’ll gain experience and also the opportunity to get your degree. Please, inform us if you’re interested so we can discuss and also arrange things with immediate effect. Sent by Professor Charles."

I screamed as the world seems to rotate I closed my eyes and await the pain as I hit the floor "Gotcha" His deep intoxicating voice sounded near my ear I shivered and smelled his manly perfume mix with aroma of beef and it kind of make a good smell,I know who it was even before I opened my eyes "Thank ya" I chuckled and opened my eyes slowly and just as I thought it Leon "You welcome my Lady" he replied jokingly I giggled "Hmmmm" the nurse cleared her throat as to remind us she's still here "She still have 10 more steps to go" she said to Leon

Mack scoffed. Caden hit him with a cold stare. His eyes flicked to the so-called "vintage red" in Mack's grip. "This kind of chemical backwash? We use it to scrub toilets back home." Mack's jaw locked. "You hillbilly! That's an '82 Lafite!" "Yeah? Looks more like '82 Sprite mixed with grape juice." Caden smirked. "Real Lafite doesn't streak like that. Color's off, too. You got played, mutt."