I Am Addicted To U Mga Nobela at Kwento

Everything around me seems to be in a blur and this bubble,I don’t care about everyone staring. The bus is almost full with other girls already sitting and waiting impatiently for us,albeit with something I have never seen directed to me;jealousy.I feel my heart flutter a little bit.I never understood what was the big deal with popular girls.They were always mean and attention seeking and I always tried to steer clear from their path.However,now I understand how one could be addicted to this feeling right here.

“Ride me like you mean it. Tell me you don’t want your old life back.” “I don’t want it back,” I moaned, grinding down on him. “This is all I need. Your cock destroying me every day.” My pussy clenched around him as I got closer. The addiction felt real now. The echoes had taken over completely. I couldn’t imagine leaving these chains or his touch. “Please let me cum. I’m so close.” He held my hips and controlled the pace, keeping me on the edge.

I whispered, My voice hoarse. He smirked, still hard and hungry, stroking his cum slick cock against my cheek. I woke up gasping, my hand shoved between my thighs. My shorts were soaked my pussy still throbbing and dripping from the dream. The clock says 3:07 AM. The fan spun lazily above me while my fingers kept rubbing my swollen clit, chasing that filthy high. “Fuck… I’m sick,” I whispered into the dark. “Can’t believe I’m this addicted to dreaming about my own step brother’s cock… I need help.”

I bobbed my head up and down, taking as much of him as I could to the back of my throat with every slurp. "Mmm. Fuck. Your mouth is made for sucking my cock. You're doing so well." I growled around his skin and he thickened even more against the vibration. For some reason, the praise sent me into a frenzy. He was breaking me, crushing my very foundation to fucking pieces, and I was overwhelmingly addicted. Just the second time and I was addicted to him. Undeniably fucking screwed.

“I wanted to protect myself. To keep the truth hidden. But maybe I just destroyed something real before it could even start.” She leaned back against the couch, covering her face with her hands. “Damian must hate me now. God, he must think I used him…” Her heart twisted painfully. Despite everything, she craved him. She wanted to hear his voice, to explain, to beg for understanding. Instead, she poured another drink. The room blurred around her as exhaustion weighed heavy. Her phone slipped from her fingers, landing on the couch cushion. In her haze, her thumb brushed against the screen, unknowingly dialing a familiar number.

Then he gave me everything. “If your body is a drug, your pussy is my dosage. And I am a chronic addict. I can’t quit you, Savannah. I don’t even fucking want to. You’re my fix, my high, my overdose. Every time I taste you, I want more. Every time I fuck you, it’s never enough. I could split you open a thousand times and still crave you the next second. You’ve turned me into a fucking addict, and the only cure is between your legs.” My breath fled. My thighs pressed together.

You are spending too much time on your cell phone and it will ruin your youth. “Hi? What's it like? "I asked, incredulous, my voice becoming squeaky. " Gina, we work with the internet. I need to go online. I'm a digital influencer. How am I going to influence people if I'm in the middle of the woods and taking care of cows? I need to work. You promised me that there were signal towers on the farm. If I run out of WIFI, I'll have a stroke!

The sight was ravishingly tempting, urging him to do something sinful to her. Luca was tempted to be buried deep inside her, but he refrained from doing so. He didn't want to get her mad. She passed out on him last night so he was sure she would be pissed when she'd wake up but then again. When it came to her, he just couldn't get enough of her no matter how much he tried to control himself. She was such an addiction that it scares the f*ck out of him sometimes and yet again he was tempted to devour her all the time.

He had never felt so desperate all his life yearning for more of a woman's taste, seriously Mariana was a special flavor. Now he was so sure that Mariana Romano is bad for him, so bad for him. She was a sweet silent addiction

The little moans that escaped her throat into my mouth when I worked my way through it with her tongue. Only the Moon goddess knows how much I held myself back from making love to her. Ashanti. She is the object of all my desires. She's raiding my mind every second of the day. She's making lose my fucking senses. She's destroying me without even realising it. She's like a drug… terribly addictive. I should not have spent last night with her. I brought doom upon myself by spending all those hours with her by my side. I am addicted to her. I can't do without her.