Flower Husbands Ao3 Novels & Stories

I managed a weak smile before surrendering to it, feeling safe and cherished in his arms. I woke up to the gentle sensation of a hand playing with my body. As I opened my eyes, I saw him—my husband—caressing me with a tender yet possessive touch. His eyes met mine, filled with a familiar longing. I knew what he wanted, and I was ready for it. Without a word, he moved closer, positioning himself between my legs. He pushed his long rod into me, filling me completely, and began to pound into me fiercely. The intensity of his thrusts sent waves of pleasure through my body, making me gasp and moan in delight.

Damien commanded in a husky, full of lust and consumed by great desire to make her cum again and again, just as she asked. Flora did as asked. Her hands moved on their own, as her brain almost seemed to freeze from all the electrifying sensation that fries her brains. Her hands released their holds behind her knees, and her feet laid flat on the bed, knees pointing to the ceiling, spread as wide as they could go. Her fingers on her chest twirled and pinched her nipples as her other hand's fingers rubbed, tapped, and slapped her pussy as her pelvis lifted itself up from the mattress, chasing more of Damien's thrusting, slamming, and pounding man meat.

Sarah said softly which Aiora nodded. Aiora enters the room slowly staring at the end of the room where there is a king size bed and on top of it there are two humans having sex making Aiora nauseous to stare at Mrs. Rose Connel was crushed by the fat man who was moving her hips. See, the day her husband died, she preferred to have sex with another man. You bitch. Thought Aiora. Aiora sat on the sofa, reached into his cellphone and then recorded the actions of the two humans clearly. The two humans were still unaware of their arrival which made Aiora snort in annoyance.

He smirked when his long fingers penetrated in her heat without any hindrance as she was dripping down there and the reason that he was the one behind this boosted his pride. Sparks flew everywhere as Rosaline felt butterflies dancing in her stomach feeling his slick fingers performing their witchcraft on her. Xavier looked at her and kept moving his fingers inside her warm core throwing her in a euphoria of foreign sensations. Rosaline opened her eyes and looked at his extremely hot husband who was glaring her squirming figure with dark eyes. She rubbed her feet on the mattress while Xavier continued his ministrations.

When they landed on the male cultivator's body, in addition to opening their long red eyes, there was also a gap in each of the white flowers, as if they had opened their small mouths. At this moment, Caspian could clearly see the sharp teeth in their mouths. Their teeth were sharp and glittered with cold light. At this moment, they bit down and instantly pierced the man's skin and pull forcefully. Even though each flower could only tear off a small piece of flesh, there were too many of them. When the pain came from all over his body, the male cultivator only had time to scream and turned into a bloody man. There was almost no intact flesh on his body.

Her beautiful auburn hair, slightly freckled skin, and her large bouncy breasts reminded him of a fox in heat. After taking her virginity, Florian had kept her close to the top of his favorites list. He regularly requested for her to spend the night with him where he invested time to teach her how he wanted her to please him. She was obedient and eager to learn and please. Florian smiled down at one of his masterpieces that could now please him without him needing to give her any instructions.

As her body opened to his, she saw a mental image Of an exotic flower with petals peeling back to reveal a moist centre, drenched with sweet nectar. She made little moans of eagerness as the cock quested bluntly towards her, nudging past her parted labia and slipping deeply into her. He was hot and hard. Her flesh seemed to suck at him, drawing him in deeper, until the swollen head of the cock nudged against her womb. ' ‘Oh, God .. .” Ruth lifted her legs and wrapped them around Matheson’s lean hips. Raising her lower body she rubbed herself against him as he pounded into her, tipping up her hips so that he drove downwards into her red heat.

When he’s inside me, I feel like we’re inseparable. His fingers trail softly up my back as he whispers, “When I’m inside you, I always feel so complete and alive, Flower.” His hands hold my hips firmly, guiding me with a slow rhythm. He breathes against my lips, “I fucking love you so much.” He thrusts deeper, his mouth leaving kisses down to my collarbone. He reaches my chest, sucking gently. At this moment, everything else fades away—all the pain, all the memories of betrayal. There’s only Alex and the way he’s filling me.

Columba Rajadi while playing her hands on her husband’s sexy and athletic chest. “You say you wanna have a bath, but your naughty hands say another thing, Darling…” replied Mr. Apollo Frias beginning to insert his manhood device into his wife’s body. Mrs. Columba felt surprised as well as a kind of another mysterious and undescribed enjoyment sensation when her husband began to install his body inside hers slowly but certainly. Without her realizing it, she raised up her hands and caressed her husband’s face, cheeks, jawline and neck. Involuntarily, she also landed many and many kisses onto her husband’s cheeks, down to his jawline, then to his neck, then to his chest. Her tongue was seen pl

I whimpered as I felt his fingers rubbing the little triangles. “Fuck, baby! Let your husband cum in your tight cunt, baby. Let the world know that you only belong to me!” I only nodded. “Fuck!” he growled. “Cum! Fucking cum for me!” Aless growled again like an injured wolf, causing my entire body to tense up before I completely lost control. A shiver ran through me, and I felt like I had broken apart. He carefully flipped me on my back and gave me his warm seeds, which made me cum again.