I Swallowed Shampoo Lyrics Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Shit...here it comes...take it all...” I come hard, groaning deep and raw. Thick spurts shoot straight into her mouth. She doesn’t pull back. She swallows every drop in greedy little gulps, her throat working around me, milking me dry while her tongue keeps licking me, and cleaning me up. The feeling of her swallowing around my pulsing cock makes my vision blur for a second. It’s so hot, so intimate, I can barely breathe.

I shrugged my shoulders and told him. Whatever you do there. Kick me more, say the gay man, give me ph care shampoo, I don't care, gurl. I won't leave here, you can't make me leave. never. "Tsk, okay!" He made me suffer. I was just here by his side while he was eating. "Whyyyy ohhh, whyyy! This is feeling me. I don't need a trash but she's the number one, they said one day the para-parana will come again--" the words I sang didn't finish.

From being used. “Swallow,” I growled. “Every drop. Now.” I slammed in one last time, balls-deep, the serpent’s head lodged far in her throat. And I came. Hard. Thick. Hot. Drop after drop, flooding her mouth, her throat, her stomach. She swallowed like her life depended on it. Gulping. Choking. Milking me with every spasm of her throat. Her eyes rolled back. Her body shook. A muffled scream vibrated around my cock as she came too hard, her pussy clenching, juices running down her thighs in a hot, sticky flood.

I swallowed around him, savoring his taste as his grip tightened in my hair. A deep groan rumbled through his chest as he thrust deeper, the smooth skin of his length sliding against my tongue. My eyes fluttered closed, losing myself in the sensations as he pulsed and spilled down my throat. Warm fingers stroked my cheek. "Swallow," he commanded, his voice husky. I obeyed, swallowing every drop he gave me. As I did, he slowly slipped from between my lips. A shiver ran through me at the loss of his heat.

“Hey, that’s Icicle Blast. Savor it. That’s the good stuff.” It is not. My stomach revolts as the lukewarm liquid sloshes and settles, but I breathe through it and struggle onto my wobbly legs. I’m vaguely aware that I’m still in shock. I must be because I’m not crying, and I’m not huddled in a hysterical ball with ‘did you leave any virgin holes?’ echoing in my brain.

Shampoo foam drips down my face and down my shoulders and I can't help my cry softly to myself. I can still taste the blood on my lips. Time is nonexistent as I sit in the shower. The shampoo has mostly washed from my hair, little patches of foam trapped underneath. I pick under my nails, scratching out dirt and blood until they look clean, my fingertips wrinkled. Knowing that I'll have to get out sometime, I squeeze out some conditioner and lather my hair, eventually standing up to rinse it out. The bathroom is clouded with steam, making it hard to breathe, so I open the bathroom door and air it out. I can't help but see things on my bed.

“Fuck, you’re going to suck the cum right out of my balls.” My words only encourage her, and she sucks harder, and that, with the friction of her warm mouth around my cock, shatters me. “I’m gonna come,” I rasp, my hips pumping erratically in the final stretch. “Have you ever swallowed before?” She shakes her head, and the elation that fills my chest is indescribable. “Good, that’s what I wanted to hear. Now, get ready because you’re going to swallow every drop I give you.”

“Fuck—gonna cum, princess. Gonna fill that greedy little throat. Swallow it all like a good girl—every drop, you hear me?” With a deep, guttural groan, he slammed deep one final time, burying himself to the hilt as thick, hot ropes of cum erupted straight down her throat. Sia’s eyes widened, throat working desperately around him as she swallowed again and again, milking every pulse until he was spent. The taste of him—salty, warm, masculine—flooded her mouth and she took it all, not spilling a single drop.

She has got to be kidding me. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I grabbed a glass of water and drank it all, fighting the amusement I was feeling. Me and Jake Belligram? This seemed like a scene from a movie. "You think this is funny?" She questioned knitting her eyebrows together and I gulped the rest of the water, waving my hand as an apology. I straightened my composure and cleaned the side of my mouth with my napkin before speaking.

Mel's POV I clear my throat, feeling the alcohol loosening my restraint. “This one’s for my mom,” I announce, my slurred voice booming through the room. Then, I start singing the lyrics to “Rain” by Sleep Token—loudly and likely off-key. Who fucking cares.