Elle Brooke Rimming Novels & Stories

She stepped up to me again and stole a glance at the names before her perfectly manicured finger pointed at a few. "She has a really nice tight pussy that likes to swallow big juicy cocks. And that one likes her ass fingered deep while she gags on a cock." She pressed her breasts against my arm as I groaned in frustration. I nervously glanced around, holding my gaze on lynn as she paused her work and stared over at us. "Brooke, what are you doing?" I turned my gaze back to her, giving one of my angry scowls. "What? I'm just trying to help."

She moans, "I have to share mine." Brooke is everything I expected and more. She loves having a cock in her mouth and moans when I cum all over her tongue. I first lick the trimmed brown hair around her lovely pussy, 'till she blasts all over my face. She holds her legs back, her pussy open and needy. "Fuck me, Jim."

Melissa stood in front of her, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her manicured finger. “Well, well. I can’t believe you decided to show up in that outfit today,” she said, eyeing Brooke up and down with a smile obviously fake. “Brave choice.” Brooke didn’t flinch; she knew she would still make enemies and she can’t please everyone but now she couldn’t care less. She brought out a piece of gum and chewed slowly and said, “Didn’t think you’d show up in that much perfume; it seems like you’re hiding a particular stench.”

" Brooke moans with each spurt, her body milking each drop. We lie locked thus, labored breathing. My cock pulls out slow inside her, cum dripping from between her legs. I pull out slowly, seeing the white mix with her pink folds. Brooke gets up turning to face me. Her skin is red, lips swollen from sucking. 'That was wild,' she says, briefly kissing me. I zip myself up, helping her push her shorts back down. The woods around us seem to be alive, but our secret was left here. We creep back out onto the cabin trail, holding hands until we hear voices.

Brooke yells, her high voice getting completely distorted with massive pain, feeling like the muscle would be tom straight from her bone at any moment. “But… but if our hands pull his jaw off your skin, won't the teeth rip you open more?” the rogue men hesitate, their boots shifting. They can only kick their heavy toes at my ribs, way too wary to make a real move. Brooke, grinding her white teeth through the agony, barks loudly, “Grab my silver gun from the table! And bring that little twin cub we caught in the woods today! You wanna play tough with my life, Mars Reed? My claws will send your soul and your daughter straight to hell together!”

I called out. She paused, then turned around with a smile that looked a little forced as she walked over to us. “Hi, miss Vera and Mrs Ryder,” she said, greeting Juliet politely. Juliet smiled back at her. I tilted my head slightly. “You okay? You look a bit unhappy. Did something happen?” Brooke shook her head immediately. “No, nothing. Just stress from helping the models fit into the dresses for rehearsal.” I studied her face for a second, then nodded. “Okay.”

My hair flowed down past my shoulders in luxurious brown ringlets that gave me a boost of confidence. Bram had a deep forest green shirt paired with his black cloak and a twinned gold and silver brooch. I admired the intricate embroidery of wolves and forestry as we walked, “why do you have such a different cloak to everyone else, is it a tradition?” I asked in a friendly tone.

When she found them, she gave them a wave in which only Bryce returned (Trevor and Chase were too busy chatting to notice Brooke's vigorous waving), "there." "That means we'll be able to leave soon," I nodded, mentally noting that we were now only waiting for Maybelle and Grace, and whoever Clayton convinced to come. "I better get back to the boys," Brooke said, looking back at Trevor, Chase, and Bryce, who were all currently in some sort of battle between who had bigger muscles. Bryce had his shirt sleeve rolled back, and was flexing his arm right in Chase's face, who glowered at him, impatiently waiting for his own turn to show off his muscles. Brooke rolled her eyes and turned to me, an e

It’s hard to focus when she’s sitting in front of me looking like that, smelling like that. Brooke sighs, her brow furrowing in frustration. She spins back around, placing her hand on her mouse, demonstrating. “This one.” My eyes follow the cursor on the screen as she moves it. We’ve got the new border cameras wired, and Brooke has been spending the afternoon getting the feeds connected and the system up and running. I don’t know anything about this tech stuff, so all I’ve really been able to do up until this point is watch… and torture myself by being in her proximity without touching her.

"Brock, you there?" Brock, wedged between the leather seats of the limo, glanced at his over-zealous mate sprawled across the floor. He pressed his temples massaging his forehead. "Yeah, I'm here. Just wrestling with an overly amorous mate, who has such charm and grace right now. What's the word, Rylan?"