Dream Team Smut Mga Nobela at Kwento

I see Dot at the door of the changing room, she's with a small Asian girl who smiles at Damien sweetly before introducing herself to me. “Hi, I’m Sunny, Damien is my bond and has recruited me to the girl team,” she giggles, looping her arm through mine and leading me inside. I look back and give the guys a small wave before Dot slams the door in their faces. I let out a relieved sigh. “Intense huh?” she asks. “Just a lot,” I snort. “Things will settle down soon,” Sunny reassures me. I follow the girls to a bench and they place their bags down, pulling out shorts, t-shirts and socks that match their tie colours.

Patricia turned her head toward me, cum still dripping from her lips, and smiled weakly, her face dripping, and kissed me instant within an heartbeat slow and sloppy. We shared the last load between our tongues, moaning softly in the other's throat. I looked up at the men, cum dripping from my eyelashes. I smiled. “Feel better now, babe?” I laughed through the exhaustion, my voice hoarse as hell. “Yeah… I feel a lot better.” Outside, the gala was probably still going on. Damien was probably still shaking hands and smiling for pictures, completely clueless that his wife and her best friend had just been turned into cum-soaked, piss-drinking sluts by his biggest donors and rival.

Present myself – mouth open, tits out, pussy spread, every inch of me offered up as a target. Jay cums first. His load hitting my tits – thick ropes that splash across my chest and pool between my breasts. Damon follows – aiming higher, his cum striping my neck, my chin, a rope landing on my outstretched tongue. Nico cums on my stomach – hot, heavy, his thick cock pumping load after load that pools in my navel. Travis aims between my legs – his cum landing on my pussy, my inner thighs, running into the wet mess already there.

The synchronized orgasm ripped through us, proving his words in my shattered mind. Afterward, he unstrapped me but left the toys inside on low. “Video call with our friends in ten minutes. Be my good shadow.” Dressed in a thin sundress, and toys buried in my holes, I knelt beside him on camera. Damien controlled the app on his phone. As we chatted casually with friends, the vibrations surged. I bit my lip bloody trying not to moan. “Serena, you okay?” a friend asked. Damien smiled, cranking the intensity until I came silently, my thighs shaking. “Just… tired,” I gasped, humping the air subtly.

bumped into me, sending red wine cascading down her dress. As the glass shattered, Silas appeared right on cue. His touch was gentle as he brushed shards of glass off her. Vivian stole a glance at me, but her eyes glistened with faux innocence. "Silas, don't be mad at Serena. I'm sure she didn't mean it." Silas glared at me. "Serena, enough is enough! Are you really still playing these childish games? You think you could actually win me back with such petty schemes?"

Darren was a handsome man, despite the ugly scar on his face, he stood tall and proud in his two-piece suit that made him a pure sight for sore eyes. "Ah, and here I was thinking who that seductive brunette in my dream was." A light smile tugged on his lips, making me glare playfully at him. "I'm sure she whacked you in the head with the butt of a broom." I smiled, dropping the book I was holding on my lap after ear tagging it.

My best friend wasn’t going to keep quiet forever. Exhaustion dragged me down later, the weight of secrets pressing heavy as I lay back in bed. When sleep finally dragged me under, it wasn’t peaceful. The dream space was different tonight, heavy and humming like a storm was about to break . Shadows stretched and shifted. And then It was darker. Colder. “Ivy.”Damon’s voice, low and rough, cut through the dark, like a man reaching for salvation. Not the Alpha’s voice he showed the world, but raw, cracked open, desperate.

The game "Virtual Dream" Max currently was playing was a masterpiece of the gaming giant "Dream Gaming" which marked the beginning of a new era of gaming where it's realism level of 90% itself left the other Virtual Reality products in the dust and caused a huge sensation in the gaming market with 500 beta players slot being grabbed only in the first 20 minutes and with a week remaining for its 1st month anniversary launch, the developer's have promised a huge surprise for the beta players, whose private information with real name has been concealed for security reasons and the gamer's been instructed to only use their gaming name or first name for their own safety. Of the many features of t

Inside the room smells of sweat, antiseptic and damp towels. Several players are shirtless, or having nothing on but their underwear. They are shouting, celebrating, but immediately stop. Their gazes flicker towards me, but I try not to glance at any of them. I try not to think about how improper this is or the awkwardness of this situation. My gaze darts around the room until my eyes finally lock onto the person sitting on the far bench. I see Jeremías hunched over on the bench, his head lowered as he presses a thick wad of bloodied tissues firmly against his nose.

The little terror loved female attention. All the teams were ready and I could not help but lick my lips as my gaze fell on Dante. He looked good enough to eat and it took everything in me to not push him to the ground and ride that face. He wore his shorts with a baggy, rugged sleeveless vest which looked like Kaida and Kyde tore it apart with their sharp teeth. A smirk was on my face of course, I was about to make the man eat dirt. I loved my soulmate but when it came to winning, I always went for the kill, even with him.