Gravity Falls Summer Of Pleasure の小説・ストーリー

Tyler's Pov Summer fell asleep like it was the easiest thing in the world. One minute she was talking, something about how she hoped Gray had the sense to collect her birthday gifts from the venue, and then her voice just trailed off mid-sentence and she was gone. Out completely. Her breathing evened out and her whole face went soft and I lay there in the dark beside her and stared at the ceiling and felt very, very awake. I picked up my phone. Put it down. Picked it up again.

"But you two would be so old if you had to wait for me to grow up. And I might have forgotten the question!" The more often Sky heard that word, the hotter her body felt. Her heart could explode if she kept being that close to the man she loved. When she couldn't hold it anymore, she pressed Dusty's stomach so that his speed increased. She had to be free from the handcuffs as soon as possible. "Wow ...!" Summer stopped asking. Her focus had shifted to how to maintain balance. As her hands held the saddle tighter, her eyes blinked, challenging the breeze that hit her face. Her laughter was occasionally heard.

A pleading whimper breaks past my defenses and into the open. “Are you going to beg?” It’s easy to ignore his teasing when I am so focused on chasing a release that’s right around the corner and light years away. “Do it!.” Summer shouts, not helping the situation, that I have to block her out. Fletcher’s lips find mine again, the softness reminding me of toasted marshmallows mixed with melted chocolate, sweet and decadent. His fingers continue their exploration his thumb lightly caressing my taut nipple.

The head of the orphanage found me in the middle of the scorching summer, which was why he named me Theros Sommar. When Daisy learned of it, she then said that moving forward, the summer solstice every year would be my birthday. She then prepared birthday gifts for me and even baked a birthday cake for me to celebrate. Ever since my gastric bleeding the other day, she had forbidden me from drinking again. But the mood back then had been just right, so I pestered her until she gave in and allowed me to drink some red wine. One thing led to another, and that night, she finally gave herself wholly to me.

Not because I needed to do anything, but simply to avoid his presence, because I felt intoxicated by his presence. It wasn't long before I felt his presence behind me. His body was so close to mine that my back was against his chest. I could feel his breathing on my skin and that is sending shivers down my spine. I feel fucking weak. I didn't dare to move. I was paralyzed and glued to him. ''You have to watch your mouth, Miss Delgado'' he muttered in a low husky voice, bending slightly. I could feel his lips near my ear, but he still kept a hey Siri certain distance."It will get you in a lot of trouble one day"

he steadied for awhile, then shot his eyes back at me, "please, look at me, Mela." Our hands knotted after he'd roped my legs around him. He leaned closer and he went slow. "Do you mind if I spill in you?" He asked me. My head nodded, and all I could think of was how his slams were taking me to the sky. Each thrust was coated in sugar, when he slammed, and I gasped - and it repeatedly played on until he began to heighten the tension and I feel myself lose control. "Mela baby, hold me." He said as my body lost control.

I can feel the pleasure building, a wave that starts deep within me and radiates outward, consuming every inch of my being. With a final, desperate kiss, Marcus whispers my name, and I let go. The orgasm hits me like a storm, intense and overwhelming. I cling to him, my body trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. His own release follows, and we ride the crest of pleasure together, lost in the blissful afterglow.

He had thought last night was the pinnacle of surrender, but this, this quiet morning with sunlight spilling over her bare shoulders, was something else entirely. They moved together in languid waves, savoring each motion, each sensation. Amelia’s head fell back, her lips parting in a soft cry, her hair spilling like a dark halo. Julian kissed the line of her throat, tasting the salt of her skin, whispering her name like a prayer.

Her body trembled as waves upon waves of her orgasm washed all over her, exhausting her once again. “AHHHHHH….. UMMMM…..” She screamed her lungs out as she released. She was a shuddering mess and her walls tightened around his length. It was still not enough for Will. He flipped her on her knees and started to fuck her from behind. His pace increased. His name came out like a prayer from her lips, enticing him, drawing him even closer to the edge of pleasure. It was only a matter of time before the knot of pleasure that danced in her lower belly unraveled.

I relished in the pleasure that coursed through me. "That's it, fresh summer peaches." He mused. He licked his lips, moving agonizingly slow. Finally, he couldn't wait any longer. He didn't give me a chance to react as he gripped my legs and hoisted them over his shoulders. I cried out as his tongue danced over my clit. Playing a perfect rhythm with his tongue. He licked and sucked. I could feel the pressure building up. I was so close to being thrown over the edge. "Balt… I'm going t-," Stars burst behind my eyes as I was thrown into a sea of pleasure, drowning in the total bliss that coursed through me. When I opened my eyes, he was staring down at me, his lips glistening from my juices.