Foxy And Chica Kiss Novels & Stories

When Chiara returned home that night. Xavier met her in the foyer. "Welcome home." He greeted her with a warm smile. His eyes gleamed and he looked excited to see her. She dropped her bag on the floor and moved closer to him. Leaning into him, her hands snaked around his neck. She looked at him, his beautiful hazel eyes looked golden. Her hands trailed up into his short hair and she pulled his head down towards hers. Stretching up on her tiptoes, she kissed him. She kissed him with so much passion and he kissed her back. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Her body was pressed against his own and she felt his heart pounding in his chest, just like hers. Her body h

Fischer watched as Chatty put skirts on the Ultraman. He could not bear to look at it directly. Fischer pinched Chatty’s cheek, which was soft, and smiled with bared teeth. “Chatty, do you want to go out to play tomorrow?” Chatty nodded and looked at him expectantly. Fischer pointed to his own face. Chatty reacted immediately, ran over, and gave him a kiss. Logan and Roland, who were watching them from the side, were stunned. They put down their work and watched this scene.

she whispered, so low it was just breath. Dorya’s hand gripped the edge of the table. Her other went under to grab Chantel’s wrist, but she didn’t stop her. Chantel kissed her cheek like a dutiful stepmother. “So polite,” she whispered. “Now... give me a kiss so Daddy doesn’t suspect a thing.” And when Dorya turned her face in reflex, Chantel kissed her full on the mouth…deep, slow, with tongue. Dorya whimpered into her lips as pleasure ripped through her thighs.

However, it was insane to register that a part of him was now urging him to do it. Kayla held his face, perching her thumb over his lips. “I can take anything, as long as it's from you,” she assured. Curling her hand over his nape, she brought his face closer, taking his lips with hers, thrusting her pelvis up to ignite his zeal to fuck her. “Fuck me, Chax,” she breathed, lusciously biting her lower lip.

she giggled her fingers playing on my chest. "Only when its good Foxie." I kissed her and after a few minutes, she fell asleep. Why did we wait such a long time to have sex? Foxie poses as an innocent girl and believe me she almost had me fooled. She's a little crazy vixen, I look at my dick and see it harden up in approval. Fuck!

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

Again. I shot out of bed and sprinted for the door. The second I yanked the door open, I ran straight into Felicity's furious face. Her eyes blew wide—like she was hitting the same line in a script she'd recited for lifetimes. "Lydia Lloyd! Seriously? You're my best friend, and you sneak around with my boyfriend? No wonder you kept telling me to chill—you're the side piece!" She didn't even pause. She whipped out the knife and drove it straight for my chest.

The second he opens the door, a cute girl is standing there dressed in a blue camisole…oh God, I’d want to fuck her too if I were Felix. She has the most doll like face, small waist and big tits. “You’re back…” she says and Felix takes two long strides before capturing her lips in a hot kiss that has me biting my own lips. “Hmmm” she moans, arching her back for her chest to fully press into him, Felix’s hand slides down her back till he’s cupping her ass. I stand there watching the hot kiss, they look like they are made for each other, his body and hers fit each other too much.

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

A small sound escaped her mouth. “Do not fight it,” he said. He kissed her then. Hard. Hungry. His tongue pushed into her mouth. Sandra froze at first. Then she kissed him back. She did not know why. His taste was whiskey and power. Her hands grabbed his suit jacket. Facondo groaned. He pushed her down on the couch. His body covered hers. He was heavy and warm. One hand slid up her thigh. Under her dress. His fingers found her panties. He rubbed there slowly.