Esclava De Sus Besos Novels & Stories

She screamed" Flora was able to give a small nod despite the tears that were streaming down her face. Diana loosened her hair in a rather abrupt manner as well. Diana chuckled to herself as she said, "Good....see you later....slave," and then she walked away. Flora bit her lips tightly in an effort to prevent herself from crying any more, but her eyes and tears disappointed her and she ended up crying even harder than before. The words "you're nothing but a sex slave" cut like a knife into my soul. . . . ......

“Say you’re ours.” Elena gasped, her body trembling. “I’m yours.” Alessio knelt before her, his hands steady on her thighs, his gaze burning. “Not enough. Say it again.” Her breath broke, tears spilling from the intensity. “I’m yours. Both of yours. Always.” Their response wasn’t words—it was devotion. Gabriel kissed her like he wanted to consume her. Alessio touched her like she was sacred. They worshipped every inch, every scar, every tremble until she was undone, rebuilt, and undone again.

Deja que te diga cosas al oído Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo Despacito Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito Firmar las paredes de tu laberinto Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito (sube, sube, sube) Sube, sube (oh) Quiero ver bailar tu pelo, quiero ser tu ritmo Que le enseñes a mi boca tus lugares favoritos (Favoritos, favoritos, baby) Déjame sobrepasar tus zonas de peligro Hasta provocar tus gritos y que olvides tu apellido Si te pido un beso, ven, dámelo Yo sé que estás pensándolo Llevo tiempo intentándolo Mami, esto es dando y dándolo Sabes que tu corazón conmigo te hace "bam-bam" Sabes que esa beba está buscando de mi "bam-bam"

Her radiant smile and sparkling eyes were expertly showing a customer a delicate gold necklace. "Excuse me," I said, approaching the counter with a confident smile. "I couldn't help but notice how beautifully you present your jewelry. It’s like you’re showcasing pieces of art." I decided to play dirty, why the fuck do I have to do this every time? Flirt!! The lady looked up, a hint of surprise crossing her face. "Thank you! I believe every piece has its own story. This necklace, for example, was inspired by the beauty of the African sun." She explained she was passionate, I thought.

Douglas was smirking at me. It's inside. I hope you're happy, I texted him. I'm more than happy, he said. He put down his utensil and slipped his hand under the table. I closed my eyes and gripped the bottom of my seat, core tightening around the vibrator. The pressure built between my legs, and I tried to pull myself out of the dirty, dirty thoughts that I was thinking about, like Mr. Douglas thrusting himself inside of me. "liza! This picture is beautiful!" Mom said.

Kathleen approached Susana and greeted her by taking her hand and placing it on her forehead as a respect for the elderly. "God have mercy on you, ija," said Susana. "It's for you," said Kathleen as she reached for the things she bought earlier for Susana. "Oh, you really bothered yourself by buying me a gift, Kathleen. But thank you for this," said Susana with a strong expression on her face of happiness. "I'm sorry if that's all I could do. Gabrielle doesn't want to give me my credit cards," Kathleen said and smiled rawly. Susana did not respond to what she said.

"Yes, Jack. I'd like that." He knelt beside me on the bed and kissed me. The kiss was a slow, sweet seduction that left me squirming just a little against the bonds. "Okay, Ari. I'm going to put the blindfold on then activate the spell to reinforce the restraints. The release word is 'England'. Any time you get too uncomfortable, just say that word and you'll be able to break the ties." I giggled. "England? As in, 'Lie still and think of...'?"

The moonlight caught the gleam in his eye as he pulled me closer to him, holding onto the boat to keep us both afloat. "Kiss me," I said with just a hint of begging. I licked the salt from my lips. His mouth curved up into a smile and he tipped his head to the side, bringing his lips to mine. His tongue was salty with the ocean water as he tasted me, our lips dancing in the dark. Heat began to burn in my core. I didn't want to wait any longer. I wanted Robbie more than I wanted to breathe.

“Not yet, baby. I want you dripping and begging before I let you cum. Tell me how much you love being my cruise ship slut.” “I love it… I’m your dirty slut… please, Marcus, let me cum on your face!” Her voice was hoarse, body shaking. Finally, he relented. His fingers pumped fast and deep while his tongue flicked her clit with perfect pressure. Elena shattered, her orgasm crashing through her like the waves below. “Ohh fuckk! Right there…” She cried out, thighs clamping around his head as her pussy spasmed violently, squirting lightly against his tongue. Marcus drank every drop, groaning in satisfaction, not stopping until she was trembling.

“Let me take care of you.” Elena leaned into him despite herself. The water cascaded over them, washing away the vineyard dirt, the sweat, the fear. Sandro turned her gently, kissing her with aching slowness. His tongue traced her lower lip, coaxing her open as one hand slipped between her thighs. He stroked her with deliberate care, fingers circling her clit, then sliding inside her with two thick digits. No rush. No punishment. Just deep, intimate touches that made her whimper into his mouth.