Eggsy Roxy Novels & Stories

“Glad it meets your expectations.” The stars start to appear, one by one, and the hush of night falls over the woods. Frogs croak, cicadas sing, and in the distance, an owl hoots. Roxy leans back on her elbows, her hair tumbling over her shoulders, ending in a pool by her hips. “I’ve never seen so many stars,” she murmurs, looking up. “They’re everywhere.” “You don’t get skies like this from a tower window.” “No,” she says softly. “You really don’t.”

The shade of his iris is of a deep and rich gold, he winks and opens them again, with his face contorted with horniness, he orders me in a deeper and more grave tone, raspy, powerful: “Look at me, my little bunny, and say who is your male?” I’m so ready to cum again, Adam unties my hands and spreads my legs even more, letting them wide open, hammering so hard and deep inside of me that I think I won’t be able to stand. But his body was made to perfectly fits mine.

No way could I make them laugh like Jane did, but I did my thing. The cheers died down as I took up the mic, and expectant eyes watched me all around. "Hi everyone, I'm Roxanna but I prefer Roxy" I shifted from side to side as I prepped myself to continue talking. I didn't prepare or anything, so I was basically winging it. But as always, my demeanour was straight and confident. "There isn't much about me to tell, except that I have a weird obsession with turtles and I was convinced that the universe was somehow against my existence. " I chuckled at myself for admitting that, and I was surprised when they laughed too.

"I'm starving is what I am. How much longer do I have to wait?" Just then I hear the back door open and see Roxy step out onto the patio. She looks like she dressed up, and it's nice. Normally she's in coveralls and grease, but as she beams at Mitch and walks right to him I can't help but think she just looks happy.

I couldn't help but notice that his eyes had been darker than usual, a telltale sign that he was genuinely worried about our brother's well-being. I descended the stairs, my black and silver suit a stark contrast to the warm, inviting atmosphere of the kitchen. Roxy stood at the oven, still clad in her bedtime attire - a pair of shorts and a tank top that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her unruly hair was tamed, albeit temporarily, in a high ponytail, with stray curls escaping to frame her face. I smiled to myself, assuming this was her attempt to keep her locks out of her face while cooking.

Elisa said with a smile, staring straight into Roxy's eyes. "If you dare lay a hand on Robert, I, Roxy Sloan, swear that I'll fight Blossom Hall to the bitter end!" Roxy was suddenly enveloped in a shimmering white glow as a formidable pressure surged forth, striking everyone present with a profound sense of dread.

she said urgently as I rose to my feet. I was frozen for a moment, unsure of what to say. Roxy was the last person I’d expected to see here. She’d been absent from Yurene for so long and part of me had been scared that she was killed in Wegalla. As she stood before me, I was swept up by her beauty. Her sea-green eyes were wild with excitement and her black hair was tangled a bit, likely from her travels, but she looked like a warrior goddess to me.