Htf Toothy Novels & Stories

A gift to any woman he sets his eyes on, a heart throb as well as a heart breaker. This amazingly handsome man had dark brown hair that fell gracefully on his shoulders with half of it tied up in a bun to clearly show his perfectly aligned moustache and beard, his arms, from where Fernanda was standing, were so juicy his suit needed a breather. All these features were pretty impressive, but all Fernanda could see was the structure of his lusciously tempting Floral Jardin lips. He even had the audacity to lick them while she stood there speechless, macho indeed.

I put my hand to my mouth as she digs her jaw, canines and teeth in and around his cock and balls, biting down hard and ripping them off completely, making him send out a mix of a scream and a howl. She then steps back, spits it out on the ground, moves over it, peeing on it before using her back legs, scratches, and kicks it away. She then turns back to Toby, stalking up to him. She wraps her jaw around his throat, bites down and then tears it out, replacing his howl and scream mixed with the gurgling sounds of his final breaths.

Slouching back down on the sofa, he offered, “Let me teach you. Open your mouth.” He hissed, watching in slow motion how Scarlett’s reddish lips part, how her mouth attempted to cover his mushroom tip. He said, “Cover your teeth with your lips - yeah, like that, kitten. Just follow your instincts. All you need to remember is that teeth hurt - Aahh. Yeah. Fuck. I love it.” Supporting his weight with his arms, he had his upper torso raised, watching as Scarlett bobbed her head in between his thighs. Every time he saw her lips perfectly covering his size, he cussed and moaned.

"You call chewing out a monster's throat and severing limbs professional?" Thaddeus shrugged. "It got the job done." "And I need a toothbrush," she complained, leaning to the side and spitting in a very unladylike fashion. "Would a mint do for the moment?" Thaddeus asked, tendering her a Tic-Tac. She took the plastic box and rattled it before arching an amused brow. "You carry around breath mints?" "Of course. Any self-respecting vampire does. You know blood breath is as bad as garlic."

Not to mention her horrible brown stained teeth . The elder of the scumbag duo is Travis , he is in his mid twenties. He thinks man vests are totally acceptable even with food stains going back years . His mullet hair style in the same colour of his mommy dearest’s crown of fizz is ironically the same colour as the teeth that he has left . Travis has an unhealthy mummies boy complex , and an IQ of pond scum . His ass is always on show , hanging out his jeans that fit when he was at nursery school . Travis was more perverted in an openly learning kinda way .

I grinned, walking out of my room with my phone pressed against my ear and my shoulder. "Tobi just created a OF account and his dear thirty viewers asked him to play with toys in his next video, so we come shopping for some. Hehehe." Grace giggling made me followed behind. Holding my stomach from laughing too hard, I said. "Why the fuck am I just hearing about this?" "Oh, sweetheart, our dear Tobi is super shy. You should see him right now, he's all shades of red." I heard Tobi mumbled something like he was going to kill Grace, in the background and that didn't help me stop laughing at all.

he seemed to be deciding how much of this to give me — “who else am I going to tease?” I laughed. Not the polite, managed version — the real one, the sudden kind, and I saw the exact moment he saw my teeth because his expression did the thing. That specific, arrested look — the one that made me feel like I had accidentally shown him something he wasn’t supposed to see. “How do you have teeth like that?” he said. I composed myself. “Are you provoking me right now?” “I’m asking a genuine question.” “At least I don’t have a profile picture where my mouth is lacks a set of teeth ,” I said. “Unlike some people.”

“What’s next? Growling? Marking territory? Should I get you a chew toy or a silver bullet?” He blinked, clearly not expecting that. Rolling my eyes, I stepped away, fixing my hair and straightening my top. “Look, Fangs, this was fun-ish. But I’ve got a mom waiting at home with a pitchfork of guilt and holy water in her eyes. So no offense, but your tongue’s not worth an exorcism.” “But we were just getting started,” he called after me, eyebrows doing this sad little puppy dog tilt. I didn’t even turn around. Just waved a lazy hand over my shoulder and muttered, “Start with someone else. Preferably one who enjoys being gnawed on like a chew toy.”

He’s been with me for years and knows what I want, when I want it, and how, even without me saying a single word. Just like that, the sissy spilled the beans about what he’s been doing in Velvet Steam and why he wants to capture Carla to get to me. The details of his plan for Carla make him lose three teeth, as Hattos smacks his jaw until he's bleeding from his mouth and nose. Apparently, Bovi felt humiliated by the way Carla turned the situation around yesterday. He even has her picture on his phone and was about to share it with Mateo Garcia. I don’t know why, but I’m glad we got here when we did.

My thighs tensed, the edge rushing up fast. “I'm close, baby,” I warned in a rough voice, and he sucked harder, pushing me over. I came with a shout, spilling hot in his mouth, my hand fisting his hair, my hips bucking. He swallowed it all, pulling off slowly, licking his lips. My head was thrown back as I panted, the car swerving a bit before I straightened it. “Jesus, Jade,” I breathed, glancing at him, his cheeks flushed, eyes dark. “You’re gonna kill me one day.”