Grassy Ass Meme Novels & Stories

she blubbered. "Up the ass..." Zia added, "...just like you did me." Etta's eyes grew wide as her lips quivered, resisting the urge to protest. "Grey the draft horse fucks you up the ass, and blows his load of cum. THEN you are forgiven," Zia articulated forcefully, like a judge handing down a verdict in a trial.

It feels so fucking good that I squeeze my hand around her ass in my other hand. “Whoa, whoa, whoa”, wails Meme’s voice, suddenly pulling us from this moment. I step back from her slightly as she lets her legs down, and then I let her go. Meme stares at us in disbelief but then starts giggling like a love-sick school girl nonetheless as she says, “that was so fucking hot, if there wasn’t a chance that your daughter or any of the crew would have caught you I would have definitely just stood here watching”! “God Meme, you’re such a perv”, Amory cries.

He was leaning again the pool stick, his blond hair falling in his eyes. I roll my eyes at him and open my mouth to snap at him for the comment but Bray's stick hit's the ball and both me and Sky turn to see what was going to happen. Bray pockets a ball and does a fist pump while Sky just rolls his eyes. "Mature" he says sarcastically. "You just grumpy because I have a chance of winning" Bray shoots back with a smirk. "Grumpy? The grumpy one here is Ash!" Sky grins and positions himself against the pool table.

My belly landed on Kiema. "Ouff!" She slapped my ass. "You're so heavy." "Cuz I'm a bear, baby." I looked over my shoulder. Made a claw, gave her a purr, wiggling my eyebrows. She giggled. "Bears don't purr, Asher." "The sexy ones do, Ki-Ki." I did it again just in case she missed the part where I'm the sexy bear.

He raised his gaze to meet mine, but he took his time, and that cheeky grin of his almost had me melting into the floor. Shrugging, he told me, "Sorry Darlin,’ I couldn't resist. Have you seen that thing?" He pointed at my ass, then bit his lip again and growled. "It's like it has been carved by the gods. Like Adam and Eve, and that damn apple. One bite of that delicious ass, and I'm for sure going straight to hell!"

There's only one, maybe two men brave enough to do this shit to me. shit. I stumble over another fucking box as I rush through the house in search of my phone. looking for my phone. When I find it on the dresser, I scroll down to the group chat with Grizz, my brother-in-law to the group chat with Grizz, my brother-in-law, aka. PIMAD (pain-in-my-ass-dickhead) and Giant asshole. Me: I'm going to axe-murder whoever sent me this shit. It's going to be slow and painful.

I said – and then blushed furiously as he burst into laughter. “Oh my God, the truth comes out!” he howled. “Shut up!” I snapped. “Want to go back to talking about asses?” he asked as he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. I decided to go on the offensive. “What’s your fascination with men’s asses?” I asked with an evil leer. He grinned and shrugged. “I’m completely secure in my ass-omeness.” “Your what?” “Like awesomeness, but with an ass. Ass-omeness.”

Grumpy asshole: What? I sighed exasperatedly. Of course he doesn't know what sexting means. Me: are sex chatting me? Grumpy asshole: If that means wanting to see a picture of your cunt, then, yes. I am. Me: wtf, Carlo. Despite my shock, I felt a familiar tug in my stomach. Grumpy asshole: Do it. Take your underwear of, and send me a picture of your pussy. My heartbeat was slamming against ribcage with anticipation.

Mickey asked. “Ahh that statement made no sense. And that’s coming from me ..” Asher pointed out. “Y’all are all asswipes.” Mickey said. “Ass vaginas.” Asher said. “What the fuck….” Grey said. Asher shrugged. “I don’t know it just sounded good together.” That’s all it took for Em to break out of her trance. She snorted. Asher turned to look at her. “You good back there baby girl?” “Yep. I’m good ass vagina.” Em told him.

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