Gru Nose の小説・ストーリー

Nicklaus growled insanely as he pumped in and out of me with rough movements. He let out a loud growl as he shoved in as deep as he could, thrusting his whole length in for the final time before I start to feel his cock swell in my mouth and hot cum hit the back of my throat. He moved the smallest amount back and forth as he had his cock buried in my face. His cock and balls rippling and twitching as he unloaded in my face. After a few strong pumps of cum i realized if I don't start to swallow it's gonna start bubbling up my nose or drip down in my lungs.

He clenched his jaw and took a moment to catch his breath before returning to the guy he’d been pummeling. The inmate was gurgling, so Yrah realized that Gresso had broken his nose. Just before he got up, Gresso grabbed the hoop on the guy’s lip, yanked it off, and threw it away like garbage. His opponent cried for his mother. “If you ever get near her—hell, if you even look in her direction again, motherfucker, I will fucking end you. Do not fuck with me and mine, you Nazi piece of shit.” Gresso stomped on his stomach one last time before turning away.

She will not starve or be thirsty when she wakes up. The sun pours into the window as morning has arrived. Gunner begins whining for a walk outside. Gracie lifts her mask off her eyes, noticing daylight and gazes at Gunner. She happily looks at her dog, his loving brown eyes pouring into hers, while wagging his tail. The woman sits up, stretches, closes her eyes, takes a deep breath through her nose and slowly exhales through her pink pursed lips, then repeats a few times. Feeling refreshed and ready for the day.

the flat-noses gnome grumbled. The second gnome replied, "Uh, that'd probably get you another break in your nose and get us both put in the rear to march. This is the closest I've come to a bath in years. I don't want to be in the back of this smelly lot, do you?"

*Naska* “What a joke of a party,” Naska muttered, baring her fangs as she leaned against the wall. ”Mine will be so much better.” Her pale red eyes flickered over blue and gold streamers hanging from the center of the high ceiling with a sneer. Ugly colors, she immediately found it stupid. But not as stupid as having to sniffle every other minute. Her nose was irritated and starting to run from all the damn pine scent in the room. Each breath was like choking on a bottle of soap.

Some nerve twitched, and her mind involuntarily recalled what Judy had said about her man: “A man’s nose is connected to that part— the sharper the nose, the bigger it is. I just love my man’s nose. So enjoyable!” His nose seemed even sharper than James’s. So does that mean…? ***

No one dares to sit in those empty seats. "Gu Shengrui?" Rebecca couldn't believe standing at the door and didn't dare to step forward. He only looked at the cool summer with reddish cheeks from a distance. The white hand was tightly clenched in Gu Shengrui's palm, while Gu Shengrui hung his head slightly and kissed the hand intimately. His long eyelashes are slightly warped, like a small brush, his nose is tall, and his side face is shaped, just like the prince who walks out of the cartoon.

One is dark brown, almost black steady and assessing while the other is lighter and blue bright like the sea. His eyes look so ethereal like it shouldn’t exist on that gorgeous face of his. Staring at him throws me off for half a second, just long enough for my brain to stall and freeze as I gap at him. I blink, because my mind tries to correct it comprehend. Once I get past his eyes, the rest of his face comes into focus slowly, like my mind needs time to accept it. His nose is straight but not perfect there’s a faint bend to it, like it’s been broken once and never quite reset. It gives him a harder edge, something earned rather than inherited. The kind of nose that suggests he’s been clos

“No problem.” He was silent again for several more minutes. I became absorbed in my studying again, only to notice eventually that he was inching closer and closer so he could see my notes. “Hmm,” he muttered, rubbing his head. I sighed and looked up from my work again. “What is it now?” “Well, the glabella is used for facial expression, not supporting the lacrimal apparatus. That would be the lacrimal bone.” Once again, I realized that Luke was right. I fixed my work.

"Pinch your nose, or I'll do it for you—" I can't help but smile at his immediate reaction. His fingers instinctively pinch his nose, and his forest-green eyes narrow. I hold his jaw and guide his head forward and slightly downward. I can sense his gaze fixed on me as I examine the bridge of his nose. From what I can see, the break isn't obvious. His nose isn't visibly crooked, but it's swollen. The skin around his eyes also shows signs of reddening, indicating the start of bruising.