Glamrock Freddy X Glamrock Chica นิยาย & เรื่องราว

While Stella held Freya down, Natalie tore Freya’s nice white shirt. "Stop! Please stop!" Freya begged. But Natalie didn't listen. She took the black pen and wrote the word "SLUT" on Freya’s forehead. Then she wrote the word again on Freya’s torn shirt. Freya tried to wiggle away, but Stella and Natalie were too heavy. They pinned her to the floor so she couldn't move. They tore her shirt even more so her skin was showing. Freya felt so cold and so ashamed. She felt like her heart was breaking.

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I blot the red lipstick with some tissue. I don't recognize the woman staring back at me. It isn't just the makeup that's making her look different, the eyes are all wrong. Hard. Cold. Looking back, I have no clue of how I managed to be Yara Huxley for so long. Maybe the problem is that I was never Yara, not really. I was being Amelia the whole time. In this instance, I have to be an entirely different person to fool Ash Rockford. Amelia/Yara belongs to Damien and only him. She's not capable of being completely deceptive and cold.

“Don’t you dare spoil my plan, or else—” Chantel’s laughter echoed through the room, and she stood up, holding the picture high. “Or else what, Fred?” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. “You see, I’ve got your weakness right here,” she said, waving the picture in front of him. “She’s your weakness, and I won’t hesitate to use that against you. I’ll crush her, and then you’ll be mine, Freddie Hart.” Fred’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. “And I am your weakness too,” he retorted, his voice low and dangerous.

The last time she had received such a flood from Lafitte it had acted like a cleansing enema that washed all of her bowels free of unwanted deposits. Gloria was playing with Marcy's aroused nipples. She suckled them searching for a taste of the human woman's essence not for any desire of human milk. Before she was selected to be a member of Lafitte's band, Gloria had been a working girl in Mama Leone's house of pleasure in the Quarter. An unexpected pregnancy and an unfortunate loss of the baby at birth had left her with a pair of lactating nipples for more than a few months. The teenaged girl had quickly been drafted for those kinky patrons who had an interest in the pleasure of suckling a

Lucky smiled and continued singing the song in her head. “Nobody’s gonna do you like me, my nasty grind, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, my nasty grind.” Lucky sang in her head as she lifted her hips a little, sat down on his dick a little harder, leaned back, put Taji’s hands on her breast, and started grinding on him faster. He was sucking on her neck trying not to moan out loud. He was squeezing her breast hard, as he started pumping his hips wildly.

Carefully I hooked my fingers into the lacy waist of her panties and ever so slowly I gently pulled them down to her knees to feast on the first sight of her pussy. Berl's pussy was bare, not hair in sight, plump a deep slit, pink lips poking out, shiny wet, inviting. Exposed like that I bent to seize the moment but with a girlish giggle she forestalled me and her hands were suddenly covering and hiding her jewel box, I looked up at her questioningly? "Freddy loved this, he adored my little lady, but it was very very hairy then, he said he hair held the pussy smell he like....do you like he smell of pussy my love??"

She pulled out her phone, opened a voice recording app, checked that it was running, then texted Vanessa. *Can we meet? I think I can help with the Marcus situation. Same café, one hour?* The reply came within seconds, almost too eager. *OMG yes! You're a lifesaver! See you soon! 💕* Maya pocketed her phone, the recording app silently capturing, and headed out into the cold December afternoon. Vanessa was already waiting when Maya arrived, practically vibrating with barely controlled excitement. Her eyes were bright, predatory, like a hunter who'd finally spotted her prey.

Gemma grumbled, her cheeks burning as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You do not,” Freddy insisted, ignoring her embarrassment. She shut the wardrobe door, then grabbed Gemma by the shoulders and steered her to stand squarely in front of the mirror on the back of their door. “You, my friend, are a country knockout.” “Now we have your outfit for Saturday sorted,” Freddy announced, diving back into the seemingly bottomless tote bag. “And now for mine.” With a dramatic flourish, she pulled out a flowy, aggressively glittery tank top—one hundred percent Freddy—a sleek black mini skirt, and a pair of black suede slouch boots.

She wanted to explore and discover that secret for herself, with her tongue, she decided. “F-k,” Vice’s voice had all control stripped from it. Velvet over gravel, he had been born to sing, and to moan. Oh, f-k, and to take her like this, she thought, as she felt a second orgasm rise, and she worked her hips against him until it overtook her.