Romans & histoires Crybaby Oakland

And then, he leaned in and kissed her lips — deep, intense, and full of longing. Lily’s fluttering eyelashes answered him — And they lost themselves in each other… completely. The car continued on auto-drive, the road still calm — But the very next moment… CRASH! A speeding truck came out of nowhere and slammed into the car. Everything happened in a single heartbeat. A scream tore through the air — “Ahh…!” And then… silence. Shattered glass sparkled across the road… A moment that had just felt like heaven — now turned into a haunting question.

he said, his voice rough. He pulled her wet shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra was next. He unhooked it with one hand and threw it away. Her breasts spilled free, nipples tight and sensitive. Jake lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the hard peak. Mira gasped and arched her back. The sensation shot straight down to her pussy. She felt herself getting wetter, her panties already soaked from more than just the rain.

"I want to see your face and hear you moan" I whispered. Her hand pushed my forehead back. "I ...said ...stop..." I didn’t stop. I added a second finger, sliding in hotly beside the first, filling her more. My thumb rested on her clit, soft and slick, and I circled it slowly—round and round, teasing her. I could feel her resistance crumbling. “Plea… please…stop teasing...fuck me and make it hurt, please… I want you to make my body cry out in pain. Treat me the way others have treated me,”

Flip wanted. TBC.

I look at arya and she's smiling at me, she give me a second kiss on my other cheek, she's just the sweetest thing. "Don't be sad he'll be back" she says and i just nod, not trusting my voice. We go back to watching the movies until arya decide to open some conversation with me. "How long have you two been together" she ask me. "Since i was eighteen. I used to be a drug addict since i was sixteen, by the age of seventeen jay saw me the first time on the streat. I was homeless and stealing needing my next fix. He saved me and we've been together ever since"

All those declarations of love, fake. "It hurts, it hurts so bad" I cried out, pulling myself closer to Noah. "I know baby, I know" he mumbled, resting his lips against my forehead. I felt dirty at the thought of how I let myself be so vulnerable and intimate with him. "C-can I shower?" my sobs showed no sign of stopping as Noah silently unlocked the handcuff, carrying me into the bathroom.

Immediately, Albrey pins down the person's waist and thrusts into the person fiercely, creating a loud papapa noise that resounds in the low-key luxurious room. Oakley's eyes and face redden, which isn't known if it's due to pleasure, fury, or embarrassment. Oakley's eyes pool with tears that slip past his cheeks rapidly, yet he only bites his lower lip, a stubborn and defying expression on his face. Oakley refuses to part his lips, speak, or acknowledge the person hovering over him while speaking cruel words. "Naive." Albrey's thin lips curve upward in a cynical disparage. "How do you think your fans will react when they discover their pure idol sold his body to become famous?" Albrey sneer

I even wanted more. I walked back to the venue. Elena was standing there, gazing at the jazz players. Fuck, I'm still horny from the make out section earlier. I made my way upstairs as I sent a text to Crystal. She appeared in no time as she closed the door behind her. “Do you remember me now?” She asked as she crossed both arms on her chest. “Do you want it or not?” The way I was horny needed penetration, no amount of head would fix that.

His hand slides between us and his thumb finds my clit and that’s it, that’s all it takes, I shatter with his name in my throat and my whole body clenching around him and he keeps moving through it, keeps his eyes on my face, watching every second of it. “That’s one,” he says. He doesn’t slow down. He doesn’t give me a breath or a second or anything. He just shifts his angle and hits deeper and his thumb stays on my clit and I am oversensitive and shaking and the pleasure is too much and not enough at the same time. “Cain—wait—it’s too much—” “No it isn’t.” He hooks my leg higher over his hip and goes deeper still and I cry out. “Take it.” “I can’t—”

The room is dimly lit by a single lamp. “So tonight, our topic is Unlocking Her Deepest Pleasures. We’re diving deep into the art of making her scream your name, of turning her body into a quivering mess of ecstasy. We’re going to start off with an email. This is from Declan. He writes that his girlfriend can't come on his cock except he stuff her pussy and ass with plugs. He feels like that’s off limits. What can he do?” I lift an eyebrow, my heart rate picking up as I imagine the scenarios playing out. Kaleb’s chosen a real scorcher to kick things off tonight.