Glitter Force Doki Doki Rachel Novels & Stories

Ten minutes later, I’m lying on a paper-covered table with my feet in butterfly position, wondering if I’ve made a horrible mistake. Rachel’s standing near the wall, watching like she’s observing a live science demonstration. “Are you seriously going to stand there and watch this happen?” She sips her iced coffee and nods. “Yep. It’s weirdly empowering from this angle.” “Rachel, will you please stop staring at my wax technician like this is some kind of TED Talk?” She waves me off. “Ain’t no big deal. You can watch her torture my labia next.” Kim snorts. “She’s not wrong.”

But saying that out loud felt too vulnerable. “ I don’t know,” I mumbled, looking down at my hands. Rachel’s cheerfulness didn’t dim. “Okay, new plan!” she declared, pulling out a small, colorful pouch from her bag. “Mini makeovers! But just, like, fun stuff. I have this nail polish that changes color in the sun! And another one that glows in the dark! It’s completely pointless but also completely awesome.” She held up a tiny bottle of shimmering purple liquid. “What do you say? A little bit of sparkle to combat all this intensity?” She wiggled her own brightly painted fingers. “It’s, like, a scientifically proven mood booster. Probably.”

Her desirable body started to stiffen. Rachel moaned louder as her thirsty body moved closer towards her release. I increased my licking speed as she screamed, “Oh yes, Omarion, yes, this is so good.” Rachel’s whole body shook as she pushed my head aside. She buckled in pressure. A powerful release shook her body, throwing out a huge load of juices from her pussy on my chair. She pushed my head aside as I watched juices trickle down from her inflamed pussy. She spread her legs rested them on the chair nearby. She rested her head back on the table, soaking in the pleasure of a release.

Celine:** Well, did you feel anything when you looked into his eyes? Rachel:** Yes. I felt a spark. Celine:** A spark? That's it? Rachel:** I don't know. It's the best way I can describe it. Celine:** Well, I think that's a good sign. Rachel:** You do? Celine:** Of course. A spark is a spark. It's the beginning of something."I know, but I could tell there was something there." Rachel:"There was nothing there." "Oh, really?" Celine smirked. "Then why did you blush when he looked at you?"

She gritted her teeth, fighting to pull the threads apart, to hold them without letting one consume the other. Her hands began to glow faintly—gold in one, crimson in the other. Her breath came in sharp gasps. For one heartbeat, she felt balance. Wholeness. And then it snapped. The glow burst outward, slamming both alphas back a step. Damon crashed into the wall, grunting as he caught himself, while Lucas slid across the floor, his claws carving into the wood to stop his momentum. Racheal collapsed to her knees, her chest heaving, sweat slicking her skin. The glow vanished instantly, leaving her empty and trembling.

Marlene knew the hardships Jamila faced daily. “I hate this feeling. I hate it so much,” she muttered, eyes swelling with unshed tears. She stripped off her clothes and changed into training wear, then walked toward her training room. “Liz played me Swan Lake by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky,” she said as she walked to the middle of the stadium. She clicked her hands, and the robot turned on the music; red lights revealed the stage.

I fell facedown flat to the ground. Great! Perfect timing! "Oops, didn't see you there. Must suck to be so insignificant" Rachel said with fake concern. She looked stellar in her silver and white dress that was newly made for her. "I guess this is what having no wolf causes. You're literally invisible. That's one free ability!" Tracy, her friend said and they all laughed. Daughters of warriors and council members.

Across from her, Stacy was gasping for breath, clutching her chest. Nyra’s voice rang out sharply. “Break the seal!” The circle shattered in an instant. Dylan rushed in without hesitation. But Rachel wasn’t looking at him. She was staring down at her own hands, which were trembling uncontrollably. A soft silver light glowed from her fingertips. “I felt her,” Rachel whispered, her voice trembling. “And she’s not waiting anymore.”

Rachel let out a whimper. “Rachel?” Diego’s voice sharpened. “What was that? Are you crying?” She gripped the dresser edge behind her. Her knuckles turned white. “I’m not crying.” “Then what the hell is going on?” Diego demanded. Kristen bit the inside of her thigh, then looked up at her, smirking. She added a third finger. Rachel’s head fell back. Her hips started to roll on instinct, chasing the pressure, chasing the build. Her pussy clenched around Kristen’s fingers, loud and wet.

My cock is throbbing inside my shorts. At the end of each video Rachel turns around, bends forward and shakes her lovely tits towards the camera before turning it off. Her dancing gets more erotic by her third try but I am anxious to see the final and longest video. I am not disappointed. Holy shit! She's got the purple vibrator again and is lying in the same position with the camera even closer to her pussy. I recognize a current pop song playing in the background as she slowly moves the tip of the vibrator up and down against her pussy lips.