His And Her Honey Novels & Stories

The spot I'm lying on is now warm from my heat. “Wider for me,” he teases. “I need to marinate your pussy.” “Oh, god,” I mumble. My legs stiffen and my toes form a lump from intense curling. When the honey mix pours on the top of my pussy and glides down my slit, I drip. Wet. Slippery. It mixes the honey and smoothly runs down my body like butter. “I see that, my rose.” He faintly chuckles. “The wet sloppy sound your hissing pussy makes is too loud not to notice.”

He lathed his tongue where his finger had traveled and absorbed her taste. "Honey, god...ahhh." He laughed huskily then growled against her quivering flesh. "I am the honey god, and you, my sweet goddess, taste like ambrosia." He didn't care that the words sounded corny and with another flick of his tongue, neither did she.

"Heart-Eroding Honey is made by extracting the soul essence of the greediest and most corrupt men, brewed in the beehive using a special, secret method. When they were alive, they exploited others to the fullest. After they die, we transform their desires into the most powerful temptations. Their bodies will become eternal honey sources until they are completely drained dry." She pointed toward one of the honey sources that was twisting violently. Within that blurry humanoid mass, a face of extreme pain suddenly became clear. It was the husband of that wealthy lady I had seen! He was notoriously famous for his greed when he was alive, but now, he was silently roaring in the beehive, his faci

"So he ignored it because he thought it was her family that got stung by the wasps? Now that it's his own, he can't take it. What an awful man." ... Someone also uploaded the video recorded at the courthouse. People's comments grew more heated. "Oh my god, so his whole family died, and he never saw them one last time? He just sent them straight to be cremated?" "That woman must be really patient. He kept saying it was her family that died, and she still didn't beat him up." ... Watching the topic grow more popular, I knew Daniel's company wouldn't last. Over the next few days, I kept seeing news about his company on my phone.

Kyros packed up his things and headed straight for the door. "Well?" "You went into heat" "I'm a halfbreed" "Who is mated to the Lycan king" that explains it. The intense burning and the unquenchable craving for release. Everything that had to do with him always went overboard. But why a week?

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Hoor asked not liking being ignorant . " Allah has given me such a beautiful wife and I haven't even taken her on our honeymoon yet. I think its time to change it " he said with a smile. Hoor blushed , her puffy cheeks going pink .Arhaan couldn't control it anymore , he tilted his head down and bit her cheek lightly " arhaaaaannn!!..." Hoor gasped , he flicked his tongue on her cheek kissing it and smiled .

But he had chosen to leave, to disappear, to hide in the shadows while I ate his food and read his words and tried to make sense of a man I did not understand. I picked up the bread and tore off a piece, and the warmth of it spread through my fingers and into my chest. I dipped it in the honey and put it in my mouth, and the sweetness filled my tongue, and I closed my eyes and tried to remember the last time I had eaten something that tasted like this. The honey was rich and golden, with a floral undertone that reminded me of summer, of flowers, and of warmth that had nothing to do with fire.

“I have the perfect pastry for you…how about giving him macaroons” I looked at the woman as she winked at me. "It's the perfect gift for everyone .. they are commonly called pastry jewelry, it's the perfect gift I assure you. » I nodded, convinced by her pitch, and she handed me a piece of paper and a pen making me look at her puzzled. "Because you're nice to me, I'm going to give you a present... How about we make this gift package unique for your boyfriend?" I lowered my head in embarrassment and she asked me to tell her about Michaël, the color of his hair and his eyes. I did it and a few minutes later, I was paying at the checkout thanking her for her attention. She is so nice...

We walked through the small door and took a seat on a small booth, a lady who looked nothing like Honey, walked toward us, unlike the red headed girl sitting opposite to me, a blondie, tall girl stood in front of us. "Who's your friend Honey?" she asks her in a cold voice. "My friend, she fell while hiking, and I'm helping her," Honey says, but her mother growled at her, she must be pure dog and stupid. "I'll get you the food, but don't turn this into a charity organization," she says and walks away. "Lovely mother of yours," I say looking at her retrieving back. "Let's hope yours is nicer and would come get you before your real scent gets out," she says. "My scent?" I repeat. "My herb mix,