Novel & Cerita Gwen Stacy R34

Stepping foot into the room, I froze. Gwen lay on the bed, her skin a deathly pale color. Her breathing was heavy and I saw a dark red mark on her arm. Some read marks began to decorate her veins and I knew it was from the mark. In the room was a large man with a scruffy appearance, a woman with red hair and a little girl with similarly colored hair holding on to the woman. A woman Gwen's age sat at the bedside and was mixing some ointments. She had black hair and green eyes that looked exhausted.

He had been a total jackass. “I get it now,” Ivan finally muttered, knocking back the drink and wincing at the burn. “I don’t care who she is. If William’s into her, then I’m on his side. Guy’s thirty already—if he doesn’t start dating now, he’s gonna die a vir—” The word virgin got caught in his throat just as Gwen walked into view. Ivan swallowed it down fast and blurted instead, “Well damn! Tomboy turned knockout!” The glow from the rooftop restaurant lights framed her perfectly. Gwen’s dress swayed with effortless grace, her makeup flawless, and her hair elegantly pinned up with a white crystal hairpin, with a few loose strands softening the look. She had that perfect balance of poise an

she called softly, peeking out. Stacy whistled low. "Damn, girl! That's gonna have him on you like a wolf. Bet he'll barely let you keep it on for five minutes." Katherine giggled, the sound breathy, as she changed into a sapphire blue set, push-up bra and matching garters that made her legs look endless. The bra lifted her tits high, creating cleavage that could drown a man, the underwire a necessary support for their newfound weight. She squeezed her breasts experimentally, a soft gasp escaping as a drop of milk beaded at the tip, quickly absorbed by the lace. The sensation shot straight to her pussy, making her slick and restless.

Alpha Kane looked openly hostile at Raymond, which was no surprise, considering how they parted. Alpha Ryan was not looking at Raymond. He had a slight frown on his face as he looked behind Raymond. Raymond heard the slight wisp of gown movement just before he felt a hand wrapping around his finger. The fuck? He jerked his head towards the woman now close to him, with a serene look, like she was not the one snivelling just now. “It’s Guinevere, alpha consort. You can also call me Gwen.” “The fuck do I care?” Raymond jerked his finger out of her hand, resisting the urge to wipe his finger clean or even scrub it.