Her Four Incher Novels & Stories

I looked at her and frowned. "One more word from you and I'll tape your mouth," I told her. She didn't look pleased with my reaction. I watched her from the corner of my eyes. She had aged. There were some wrinkles on her face already. The injuries from Kat's claws had healed but the blood had already dried up on her skin. What do I do with her? The car stopped as we got to my house. I couldn't bring her to my apartment so I told Dean to bring her to my second house. It was a little bit far away. I noticed that the underground was close to my apartment.

"How old is he?" "Forty-two," she moaned as she slid her body down against him, her chest pressing into his knees as she looked up at him with wide, dark eyes. She let her hands roam down his legs, her fingers grazing his ankles before she stood back up, spinning slowly. She unbuttoned the top of her blouse, letting it slip off one shoulder to reveal her collarbone. Vinx let out a ragged breath. "Mmm... fuck." He gripped her waist, his thumbs digging into her skin, pulling her closer until her stomach was level with his face.

“Why didn't you ask for your size?” “I had no idea they'll give me something small” I argued. It was truly not my fault. I struggled trying to pull the shorts up and one of my nails broke. I muttered an ouch and pulled out my hands. I starred at the chipped nail, I would have to cut it off. I had been keeping nails while trying to blend into the partial vampire nature, I had noticed all vampires had long nails, but theirs were a lot more study. Daphne walked up to me and grabbed the shorts by either side. “Hold on tight” she mutters and I hold unto her neck as she forces the shorts up to my waist.

I wish I had stayed in the kitchen. We step into the hallway, and all the air leaves my body. Houston is standing close to the wall, but it’s the person in front of him that has me in my feelings. A word to describe her is gorgeous. She’s tall and her body is muscular. I’m not a fighter, but if I were, I’d definitely lose to her. Her skin is golden brown, which shines no matter where you look at it. Her skinny jeans caress every curve, and yeah, she has curves I could only dream of. She’s wearing a simple white tank top, but on her, it looks sophisticated. She has an ample chest that is currently pushed up against Houston’s body. She has shoulder-length hair that’s black with blond streaks.

Hands kneaded my breasts, pinched my nipples , rubbed my tummy, caressed my sides and outer thighs all while the four big mouth-watering cocks filled me. "Ohhh, yes, yes, yes!" Was all I could say. The quadruplets were smirking. They sped up and I screamed. They started to pound me. I could not bear it for long. The pressure was way too much. I screamed and squirted, wetting all four of their lower abdomens. They seemed delighted

Seeing the ID of the sender, I quickly tap on it. "Damn it, Vin Winchester, I'm sure I warned you before. I've been warning you for a while now and this is the umpteenth time yet you don't seem to listen. Get your scrawny monitoring guards out of my sight this moment or you'd make me do something that wouldn't be good for both of us! But of course, it would be something to damage you thoroughly. Get them out of here and leave me the fuck alone!!!" She screamed. She never sent a voice message like this before. Damn, it! She must mean business this time.

She released my briefs from my slacks, leaving my raging hard-on covered only by the thin cotton of my black underwear. “Your cock looks angry,” she murmured, staring at my erection like it was an engagement ring from Tiffany’s. Yeah, she fucking loved the view. “Butterfly, have you ever sucked a nine inch cock?” She lifted one eyebrow and grinned. “You’re fucking with me,” she mumbled, excited. “I will be in just a second. But first things first. Answer me. Have you ever sucked on a nine inch cock?” “No,” she said. “No, I haven’t.”

A growl leaves me before I can stop it. God damn. Blood rushes down to my cock. “Are you wearing underwear, Cheryln?” “Of course.” She snorts, then laughs. “I'm not that shameless. It's a thin thong. Gives off the impression that I have nothing on.” I inhaled, filling my lungs and begging my beast not to react. Who knew the hardest task I'd ever face in my life would be in an empty room at a party? I lost the battle when she flexed her hips, grinding her ass on my clothed dick.

I’m going to enjoy our naughty girl. – Ink As Tank fastened leather cuffs around her wrists, Ink stripped out of his clothes. He then removed her shoes and jeans revealing the black thigh highs. He let out a low growl as he put her shoes back on and fastened cuffs on her. The cuffs effectively placed her in a perfect X position, open for their viewing pleasure.

We had caught her just as she was bent over a plate snorting a line, as she bucked her hips slowly back and forth. She threw her head back in a way so familiar to me and said, "God, I can feel you in my stomach." It drew my eyes to her midsection, where you could see her abs bulge each time she impaled herself fully on his cock. "Holy shit," April marveled. "She is going to be so sore tomorrow."