Facesitting Story Novels & Stories

“That heartless bitch dated my cousin for five years and kept pushing back their marriage plans with the claims of not being ready which was fine. But who knew that she had the guts to suddenly vanish and be found already married to a rich lawyer three months later.” The three women exchanged glances. They were quite astonished with the kind of story that filled their ears. “Are you joking or what?” Rosie asked as two lines appeared on her face. A vein throbbed on Venita’s jaw as she asked. “Do I look like I would make up stories about some loose moron?” When no response came, she continued with her story.

She chuckled her lashes fanning her cheeks. I didn't say anything. "Is there something important you have to say Lisa? As you can see I'm getting ready." I styled my strawberry blonde hair in a simple low bun. Nothing extra. "I will really like to see how you will manage this. You're always so calm. Now I'll finally see something." She put on fake doe eyes as she clapped her hands together. "I am worried about you, though. I've heard the stories about Cassian. I heard he lives like an animal and has this horrid deformity on his face. I can't imagine waking up to that face every day." She shuddered.

He was looking at me as he took his bites. “Don’t sit on the ground. Come sit here.” He patted his thighs, telling me to sit on them. I clenched the plate. I didn’t want to sit on his thighs, but I still stood up and placed my plate on the ground beside me. I stepped closer and stood right in front of him. The moment I did, he stretched out his hand, grabbed my waist, and pulled me forward, making me sit on his lap facing him. My legs ended up on either side of him. My hands rested on his chest on their own. I swallowed hard and could only stare at his chest.

His face hovered over mine as the bed sunk under our combined weight. I could barely focus, my hands holding his face as his eyes gleamed. “Vanessa the first time, for a woman can be painful, no matter who it is with,” as I pulled him towards me for a kiss. “It sounds to me like you’re making excuses here Fitz,” I smiled up at him, my thighs squeezing his legs making him let out a little groan.

He turned silent and asked, "What do you want to hear?" "Story of a Pig and three Piglets", Darika's words came out excitingly of her mouth. Arthit was surprised as he thought, 'Even her demands are different from normal girls'. Arthit turned silent again for a while and started to make his own story on a pig and three piglets, "A long long time ago. There was a juicy, chubby, and pinkish pig who loved to do OINK OINK" After a while, he didn't finish his story and she just fell asleep. Arthit watched her face for a while and kissed her forehead and then he stretched out his long arm and let her small head rest on his shoulder.

She was uncomfortable wearing the dress for a long time, but both their mothers were waiting for Faith's approval. Shortly after, Faith came out of the toilet. Kasih seemed even more annoyed with him, staring at him angrily. "Where were you, Mas? Took forever in the toilet. Were you planning to camp in there?" Kasih taunted. "Sorry, Kasih. My stomach was upset." He was nervous, and it was the first time Faith felt this way in front of her. Faith wiped the sweat from his five-finger exercise that he had just completed in the toilet.

"You want my family to give you 100,000 dollars as a wedding gift? Who do you think you are?" The gruff male voice rang out across the old-town cafe. I stood at the entrance, my gaze locking onto the woman sitting in the corner. It was Natasha Ferris. After eight years apart, she had become so thin that she was almost unrecognizable. A faded, washed-out old puffer jacket hung loosely on her, looking completely empty and oversized. She kept her head down, her hands twisting the hem of her clothes tightly.

sitting beside her, her mouth full. "What happened to your face," he touched her cheeks, She shook her face away from his touch "nothing, I fell off the..." She pushed another handful in her mouth "balcony" she finished off, her face openly scrutinizing what she had just said... He frowned "don't lie to me" then he touched her right cheek again, this time she winced "she did that to you right?" Jemi dropped the snacks on the table and nodded "yeah she did." "When was that "

Aren’t you courting death? *** Sean Diningrat and Amar hailed a taxi by the roadside when suddenly a Passat stopped in front of them. Fikri stepped out of the car, his eyes lighting up when he saw Sean Diningrat. If Sean had not forced him to call his father to confirm the matter earlier, he would not have been exposed. Now Jennie had blocked him completely, causing him to lose even more face. Deep down, he hated Sean Diningrat. “Sean, let’s make a deal,” Fikri said arrogantly.

No way. . Jasmine ➡ what's so funny? . Sadiq ➡ You!... That's a funny joke by the way! . Jasmine ➡ I'm not joking... I'm the real princess of Nishkapur... Listen to my story. . Jasmine told me everything front the beginning to the end... Her story sounded convincing but... Women can do anything.. And I mean just about anything, to get themselves out of trouble. But there was one thing she said that caught my attention.