Novel & Cerita Don Cognac And Angel Porn

Damn. ------------~[DR MARCUS'S POV]~---------------- Oh god!!! Let the angels take me. I want to die. This pleasure is too much to take in. Damn it's been so long since I have had such a good sex and that was since I broke up with my ex. I have been abstaining from it for a complete one year and now this stunning beautiful seductive red haired slut has arrived to end me. SHIT.

Caressing my hip and thigh, he moved my hair out of the way to place hot kisses from my neck to my shoulder. “You smell so fucking good I could eat you.” He groaned, moving me on my back so he could suck on my heavy breasts. “Have you been drinking?” The heady odor of Absinthe wafted off him. It wasn’t unpleasant, the aniseed fragrance. “Hmmm… I’m drunk with love and lust for you, Angel,” he purred against my stomach. His fingers moving downward to circle my mound and his thumb strummed the sensitive nub sending ripples of pleasant electric shocks through my body.

I think I'm already a little tipsy because I don't mind the loud music and I even start bobbing my head to the beat. We get a small table and sit down for a while to order bottles. Angelique, being the spoiled rich girl she is asks me to buy her the most expensive bottle of who knows what, plus some citrus juice and cherries in syrup. The rest of us order a bottle of whiskey. "Let's dance!" Eva demands, pulling me and Luc, the only ones at the table, by the arm. I sigh and heed her because it doesn't sound like a bad idea. Angelique is already dancing along with Xavier, with her arms in the air, which causes her dress to show her whole ass.

meanwhile in sky good angel : I'm shy evil angel : are you a pervert to watch all these good angel : its romantic evil angel : yeah yeah so much good angel : hehe

’ She uttered silently. She removed the napkins that were used to cover it, and stared at the items in the basket. There was a small leather-bound notebook, with sweet messages written on every page. On the first page was “A message for each day, helping you journey through the dark ways.” There was also a delicate silver necklace with a pendant shaped like a rose, and a single red rose, its petals still fresh and vibrant. Inside the basket was also a very expensive bottle of red wine. “Wow! This is Domaine de la Romanée!”

Not worth my time. Angelo: [We'll see.] Every time he and I got closer, the chat exploded: Someone: [Vivian, don't underestimate Angelo's game. I bet she's in his bed within a month.] Someone else: [Classic Don move. The assistant's even putting her own money toward his debt.] Every line burned like acid. I looked up at Angelo, eyes wet, trembling, no words coming out. He sighed and looked away. "They're guys who live with guns. They talk like animals."

Dorian slammed his fist on the table again. “That was a f*cking different things. Nellie was not some filthy sl*t ….unlike your so-called wife, who got knocked up by some pathetic stranger,” Dorian burst out at Luka, and his choice of words for Esme were enough to fade that calmness from Luka's demeanour. Tears stung Esme's eyes, whereas Kyler and his mother silently enjoyed that argument between Luka and his father. Dorian stormed towards Luka. “Do you even whose f*cking low blood child she has given birth to or who knows…how many fathers her daughter ha….” Dorian couldn't complete his sentence as Luka grabbed his throat and slammed his head on the table in front of them.

The bar was noisy, full of cigarette smoke and creepy perverts. Angel regretted her decision to come to the bar because it seemed unsafe for a tourist like her. The bar catered to all kinds of people, from all walks of life. What scared her was that some of the men seemed very perverted and rude. “Hey beautiful, you're not a French woman, hmm?” Angel gasped when someone suddenly squeezed her ass. She clenched her fists, but she didn't try to fight back. She kept walking into the bar and ignored the damn man as if nothing had happened.

ANGEL. She was a dirty angel, defiled by a filthy scribble of marker pen owning her stomach. Her eyes widened as I used the marker pen to work her clit, dirtying her with ink with every move I made. And then I feasted. I smeared it as I licked at her, a crazy, heady mix of ink and cunt. My lips must have been dyed black as I kissed my way up her body and sucked at her tits. The pen was ready for her chest next. The word came naturally. A contrast to angel. Whore.

he said sexily while he slid down my underwear very slowly, creating a line of fire to start from my hips down to my feet. Despite my rapidly beating heart and my lingering shyness, I pushed past my inhibitions and spread my legs wide open for him to see. He released a soft whistle and shook his head as his eyes were laser focused on my open core. “That pussy is a sin begging to be committed, Angel. It’s a damn temple that I want to worship, get on my knees for, and bury my self in” he said excitedly. Damn! That mouth of his is the sin in itself. Where does he get those metaphors from?