Honey Mouthed Novels & Stories

I demanded. I felt her small hands wrap around my cock and adjust herself so that she could reach me with her lips. I felt the first few tentative licks on my balls as I latched onto the hood of her clit and sucked hard as I rammed my cock into her mouth. Honey screamed on my cock and it felt amazing. "Watch those teeth!" I said as I continued licking and sucking her while I felt her hum on my cock. ----- ----- ----- Honey

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.

“You did well.” “In that case…” I grinned, taking up the bottle of honey and dripping it on my chest. “Why don’t you make use of your tongue on my breast?” I dropped the honey to the side and moved upward, positioning my chest before his open mouth. “Suck my boobs, like they are all you have got,” I demanded, holding my right breast and placing it in his open mouth. He took it without complaint, licking off the cum mixed with honey on my nipple. “Ohh…I like that...” I threw my head back, as I felt tingles from my nipple down to my toes making them curl up.

Diego’s sleek tongue latches on my honey-coated pussy, his teeth nibble on the cherry he had baked on my clit… It bursts, dripping sweet water down my pussy. With one clean swipe, he licks up my slit; from my rough folds up to my clit, and sucks on it. Soft. Sweet. With the rim of his mouth coated with the pink cherry juice and my pussy juice mixed with honey. “Ahhh…” I suck in cool air. My mouth opens in a soft gasp.

"Now hold still." "Why—" I drizzled honey over her chest. Sticky. Sweet. Coating her skin. "This is going to get messy," she breathed. "That's the idea." I leaned down. Licked. Following the trail of honey. Tasting it and her. Better than anything I'd ever tasted. My tongue circled her nipple through the lace. The honey making it stick. Making it cling. I sucked. Hard. She arched. Pushing into my mouth. "More?" I asked.

Jerry squatted in front of me, rubbing my belly, “How can I find another woman? If having you is more than enough. I'm not the old Jerry, I really thank God to have a wife like you. A wife who can be everything and is so perfect. " My tears just dropped then, I quickly wiped my tears roughly. "Can I call you honey?" I said with teary eyes. "Yes, of course." END Thank you for reading, and following this story. Once again, thank you. Maybe a lot is still missing too. Thank you.

I just nod as my back arches every time I suck him off, and I can feel his dick roughing up the insides of my mouth, not even giving me time to breathe as my hands quiver that are locked by the handcuffs, providing me with no defense every time Dominic pushed his hips into my mouth. "Like that, bitch?" Dominic grinned as he just continued plowing his cock into my mouth as if there's no tomorrow, considering that his play is just starting. "S-San— mmh—!" I try to call him but only muffled noises came out, too blocked by the way his cock is quickly thrusting into my mouth.

Then she quickly covered the mouthpiece and ran to the balcony in shyness. Seeing her like this, Yohan and Mrs. Moorsum couldn’t help chuckling. “Mrs. Moorsum, I’ve never seen Mom blush. She is so shy,” Yohan said smilingly. With a smile, Mrs. Moorsum nodded and whispered, “Your Mom must be having a sweet feeling in her heart now.” “What is a sweet feeling? Is it the same as the feeling when I eat candies?” Yohan asked in confusion. “It’s much sweeter than the feeling when you eat candies.”

She was trembling constantly now, thighs shaking, voice gone hoarse from begging. “Please—please just let me—” “Not yet.” He reached for the honey. This time he didn’t drizzle. He poured it straight from the jar in a thick, amber stream directly over her clit and watched it slide down in slow, viscous ribbons. The honey was warmer than the chocolate, thicker, clinging to every fold. When he finally touched her again it was with the pad of his thumb—pressing the honey into her clit in slow, firm circles while two fingers slid back inside, fucking through the sticky sweetness.

There was no easier target under the sun than an insecure man who had never been loved. My eyes drank him in again and again. I had never felt so satisfied with my luck. And those sexy lips… Their shape alone was mesmerizing, and the way the light caught their color made them even more irresistible. What would happen if I kissed them? Would I absorb even more energy that way? God, I could barely contain my excitement anymore. I lunged again and pressed my lips against his with precise, reckless force. The world went silent. My parents looked so stunned that I swore their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.