Doflamingo Drip Novels & Stories

The wetness of Enola pussy led the long thick stroke of Bruno to be plugged inside her absorbable organ. “ oh..oh…oh..oh ..easy baby..oh….oh”, she moaned.

When I opened it, I took out a gun and also a knife. Suddenly there was a sound from Dimitri. “What are you going to do with that gun and knife?” Dimitri asked in a serious tone. I immediately turned my head towards the door and saw Dimitri standing up with sharp and piercing eyes. I was so shocked that I fell into a confused silence. "Leo?" "Dimitri, I plan to go to Daffodil town to find a job," I told him. "Huh? Why do you suddenly want to go there? What do you want to do in Daffodil town?" Dimitri asked.

Fido said. Vladimir Sokolov’s eyes flashed. His eyes grew as cold as an avalanche as He pinned Fido under a dominant gaze. His aura screamed authority as He chuckled. “You are speaking about History. Vladimir Sokolov is going to erase not only their history but their future from New York City as well, Fido!” Fido flared his nose and stood up. He nodded at him. “Are you threatening me, Vladimir?” “No, Fido. On the contrary, I am telling you what I am going to do to the Whole Mexican Clan!” Vladimir’s icy voice for a moment froze Fido. “Diego's end is going to be worse than anyone who has ever died in his family.”

Trigger warning 🔞🔞🔞🔞 I stood in stunned silence as Aiden dragged me into the bedroom, his hand gripping my neck forcefully. His eyes were blazing with a possession I had never seen before. He slammed the door shut behind us, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. I stumbled backwards, my heart pounding in my chest. Aiden began to shed his suit, loosened his tie, then his coat, throwing them carelessly to the floor.

Amari is also sneering with her canines. “Yes, I know you…. and your mother.” I instantly froze upon hearing what he said. My nerves automatically calm down as well as Amari. It was as if my flaming self was being poured by a cold water. Drake let out a heavy breath and steadied himself before motioning me to sit down on the bed. I subconsciously followed but not because of him ordering me. I needed the bed for support because I was already feeling light headed as my anger washed out. My knees were trembling and I’m sweating cold.

No humor. I watched him flip another page, still hunting for a miracle. The plan hadn’t changed: I drink poison, the four siphoners—Chloe, Samantha, and their twins—drain my power fast enough to feed it into Freya without the Flame burning her alive. She channels it to seal the barrier and push improvements through—fertile soil, clean water on the other side—so the next Flame bearer doesn’t inherit starving, furious people. I leave notes. That’s it.

The leather creaked beneath them. “Shit, you feel so good,” she breathed, bracing her hands on the ceiling. “I keep telling myself to stop but I can’t.” Marcus gripped her hips firmly, thrusting up into her deep and steady. “That’s because you’re addicted to me. Just like I’m addicted to you.” The windows fogged completely. The heavy, musky scent of sex filled the small space. Elena rode him harder, the risk making every sensation more intense and electric.

Now open your fucking mouth. I gripped harder and poured the champagne over her lips. She swallowed, but half of it spilled out on the sides, trickling down her chin and neck. My eyes caught the movement of a few droplets, and I watched it slowly trickle down her chest all the way to her nipple until it ran dry. My tongue wanted to lap it up, suck every goddamn drop off her body. She was helpless, and wouldn't be able to do a goddamn thing about it if I decided to drink an entire fucking bottle of champagne off her.

Despite the vibrant shine of luna, the dark sky was dominated by the looming shadows of despair. I sniffed and inhaled the addicting aroma of 1991's. Atleast, it calms my nerves for even just a little. I took a sip and savoured the rich taste as the aroma dominated my tastebud. I can feel the icy chills everytime the blow of the gushing wind touches my skin. Lonely, cold, and heavy. I drank in a straight shot the remaining liquid of the glass. The hot liquid directly burned my throat as I swallowed it through my system. I put back the empty glass on the table and went back to my favorite spot.

the man at my chest muttered, licking the milk from his lips before attaching his mouth to me again, drinking greedily. More milk leaked out of my breasts. “She’s fucking dripping everywhere,” the bald man grunted, pumping his cock deeper into my throat. I gagged, tears springing to my eyes, but my hands, which had been pushing weakly at his hips, now clutched at them.