Cute Golden Freddy Novels & Stories

I lay down on the floor and then I motioned for Freya to sit on top of me and ride my hard duck which she immediately obeyed. "Aw, fuck!" Freya wince and take a deep sigh as she slowly sat down on my huge and hard dick, I just bit my lower lip trying to hold myself from moaning. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Freya's moans got louder and louder as she quickly ride my huge dick. Freya just propped her hands to my muscular body and then she stared at me as she continued to swing on top of me. My mate is so fucking hot and sexy, her breasts are bouncing as she rides my huge dick and I can't help it anymore, I moan when the pleasure takes over my body.

Beverly Carington It's been 5 months since we're in LA and it's weird that I love this place. I started to get used to being with Clyde, Grandma, Jocelyn and Fred. They're all really nice people. Today is Fred's birthday and we're planning to give him a puppy. 3 years ago, they had a golden retriever named Rufus and he died because he's already 13 years old. Clyde gave the idea to grandma and Jocelyn and they agreed right away. I mean who doesn't love dogs.

until I looked at him and saw his mischievous smirk, the dark glint in his eyes as he rubbed his palms together. Uh-oh. I glanced at Dylan his eyes were cold and fixed on Freddie, his expression unreadable. "I've got just one request," Freddie drawled, grinning. "An easy one at that-" "Yes? What is it?" Dylan cut in, sounding slightly impatient. "Give Dylan a lap dance," Freddie said. My eyes widened instantly. My jaw hit the floor. "WHAT?!" I gasped, utterly gobsmacked. "Yes! He's your husband. Makes it even easier," Gwen chimed in, grinning like a lunatic.

Freddie sent out another hoot of laughter. “Dignity? Boy, what man wouldn’t love to have all the pretty ladies practically throw themselves at his feet?” Freddie exclaimed between laughter and James allowed his disgust to show. None of those women really were interested in him but his pretty boy face, as Freddie put it, or his bad ass reputation.

I saw Freddy, the man who had introduced me to the place, and wondered Was he Roxies protector now? Freddy was a very handsome man, Id give him that, and hed never had problems with women. Those brown puppy dog eyes and blond hair kept the ladies on a leash, begging to take care of him. I, on the other hand, had black hair, dark gray eyes and was so tall and broad women often found me intimidating. If the broadness had been fat, it might have softened my appearance a bit, but every inch of me was covered in muscle. I worked hard to maintain my health, and I didnt allow an ounce of fat to form on me.

At our son's first birthday banquet, my husband, Luis Danforth, stood up in front of everyone and announced he was bringing another child into the family. Then his first love, Cathlene Richards, walked up cradling Luis's "illegitimate son." "Luis, thank you for giving our child a home." The room erupted into murmurs. My in-laws just nodded, looking relieved. The whole world took their side, calling me, the wife, cruel and small-minded. Luis crossed the room and threw a paternity test in my face. "Layla, sign it. Let him take his rightful place in the family. It doesn't matter how much you cause a scene. This is ironclad proof." I looked at the report, at the line confirming a "biologi

"Freddy loved this, he adored my little lady, but it was very very hairy then, he said he hair held the pussy smell he like....do you like he smell of pussy my love??" What a silly question. Gently I reached for her hands and carefully move them away then gaze wide eyed at that beautiful bald cunt. Then in flash I swooped like a Hawk and fastens my mouth over her slit. "Oh God!...oooooooooo!!...Oh lovely...lovely...mmmmmmmm!.....Oh darling there, just here..Aaaaaaaahhh!........Oh GodOhGodOhGod........!

Freddie gripped my hand tighter and gave me his puppy dog face, asking for help. I just laughed and pushed him towards her. “Go on, Freddie, give the girl what she wants, you know you want to do a body shot,” I teased, laughing hysterically at his horrified expression, which quickly turned to a smirk. He gripped my h*ps and lifted me onto the counter, stepping between my legs so that our faces were inches apart. “Actually, I do. Lay down for me then, Angel.” He gave me a wicked grin but I knew he was only messing around.

“Yeah. About you. And you make your friends worried too.” He completely ignores me. “Freya.” He calls out softly. There’s movement from one of the stalls. A horse comes into view. Golden coat catching what little light there is, pale mane falling along her neck. She’s breathtaking. “She’s beautiful,” I say quietly. “Yeah,” he murmurs without lifting his head up. His hand moves along her neck slowly, reveling in it. I shift my weight, watching the way his shoulders move under his shirt. “You gonna let me touch her,” I say, trying to keep it light, “or is this a private reunion?”

Gemma grumbled, her cheeks burning as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You do not,” Freddy insisted, ignoring her embarrassment. She shut the wardrobe door, then grabbed Gemma by the shoulders and steered her to stand squarely in front of the mirror on the back of their door. “You, my friend, are a country knockout.” “Now we have your outfit for Saturday sorted,” Freddy announced, diving back into the seemingly bottomless tote bag. “And now for mine.” With a dramatic flourish, she pulled out a flowy, aggressively glittery tank top—one hundred percent Freddy—a sleek black mini skirt, and a pair of black suede slouch boots.