I Swallowed Shampoo Lyrics Novels & Stories

How his face confronted with pleasure, gasps of my name filling my ears as he came undone from my touch. “Fuck Lyla,”I scream into the pillow. This was not meant to happen, touching them. “It's just Stockholm syndrome,” I mutter, still tasting his cum. I go into the bathroom, refusing to look into the mirror to see myself. “What would Mama say?” I grab the toothpaste and my brush and proceed to clean my breath. It helps a bit. I can only taste mint now, choking me down to my throat. I still felt his tongue though—

His lips, his mouth, I felt like I was melting. I blushed in embarrassment at my thoughts and I spat into the sink before rinsing my mouth. Today was Saturday and I thought of what I would do today. I had an assignment that was due on Monday so, I decided to start working on it after breakfast. I also invited my best friends over so, I was excited for that.

I suddenly felt the urge to vomit. I don't want where it was all heading. Queen? Yuck! D*mn you, Killix's dad!

You feel the shivers go up and down your spine for me Make you cry for me When I put my lips on you I hear your voice echoing all through the night for me Baby, cry for me When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you You feel the shivers go up and down your spine for me Make you cry for me When I put my lips on you I hear your voice echoing all through the night for me Baby, cry for me Baby, when I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips on you (when I, when I, when I) When I put my lips

She smiles brightly and kisses my lips with a loud smack and blushes. I keep the vomit down. I try to smile, i’m sure it comes out like a grimace, but it works. Can someone die from swallowing down her own vomit? Really? That’s the way I’m going to die? Choking on my own vomit? “You know, the day you went to cut my uniform up, I saw you. I thought, Finally we were alone together at last. I was planning to confess my love to you. I followed you into the washroom. I saw you go to the cheerleaders lockers. When you singled out my locker, I thought I was special to you. That that’s why you chose my locker. How silly of me right?” She laughs.

"Look at you. On your knees, drooling for my cock." I moaned louder. "You gonna let me come down your throat?" I nodded, gagging again as he pushed deeper. "You gonna swallow every drop?" Yes, I wanted to scream. But my mouth was too full. My throat too busy working around him. I looked up, tears streaming, and that was it. With a vicious grunt, he shoved deep one last time-and spilled. Hot, thick, filthy. I swallowed fast, sucking harder, draining every last drop from him like I was addicted.

We were both soaked in seconds. I reached for the cheap shampoo and lathered up my hands. “I’m going to wash your hair now,” I said, keeping my voice light. “Like the world’s least qualified salon attendant.” I worked my hands into her scalp. She didn’t react at first, but as I massaged, I felt her lean into it, just a little. Her eyes drifted closed. The water ran down her face, and I realized she was crying—tears mixing with the spray, impossible to separate.

I tried to maintain eye contact but still nervousness and shyness was hitting me. "You want water". I poured water in a glass and asked her. She said,"I prefer blood". I tried to pick up the glass of water but because of my shaky hands. It fell on the table. And what happened next was even worse. While trying to hold up the glass. I accidentally hit the jug beside the glass. I tried to hold the jug. But I held it too tightly and it broke in my hands. Water fell on the floor and on my pants, and on my shoes.

I choked, my eyes squeezing shut as I tried to pull away, but he held me firmly in place, forcing me to swallow every drop. “Swallow it, Jaselyn,” he ordered, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Every last drop.” I had no choice. My throat convulsed as I swallowed, the taste of him making me want to vomit. Finally, he released his grip on my hair, and I pulled back, gasping for air, my body shaking with silent sobs.

She didn't swallow me completely. - Damn, stop playing with me! Take me properly. She doesn't listen to me. Little by little, she takes me into her mouth before spitting me out. Damn, I'm going crazy. My hip moves to thrust into her mouth. She takes me completely into her throat. I grab her hair and fuck her mouth. She opens her deep throat wide. I fill it up to the hilt. She clings to my hip as my thrusts become faster. I cum in her throat again. She swallows my juice to the last drop.