I Swallowed Shampoo Lyrics Novels & Stories

I swallow a little, not all just enough to talk. "Kiss me so that you know what you taste like". Before Sia can respond, I pull him closer to me, smashing my lips against his. He pulls me into his lap so that I'm straddling him. Liplocked, I open my mouth and ket his cum flow into his mouth. He swallows quickly, his tongue licking my teeth demanding access. I grant him access out tongues fighting for dominance. This time, I don't think of Ruarc. He grips the hem of my shirt.

A moment to calm down, then next thing, I swallowed him whole. "Fucking Jesus Christ, Serena!"

Its comforting embrace was inviting, but I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that I was an intruder in this grand bathroom. With a hesitant hand, I reached for the shampoo bottle, and as I began to wash my hair, the fragrant lather filled the air. I closed my eyes for a moment, and the scent of the shampoo brought me right back to the night I'd spent with Vincenzo. This shampoo carried the exact scent of his hair, and the memory of that night with him was impossible to ignore. I let the water fall over me. Each droplet felt like a heavy rain. The water concealed the tears that trickled down my cheeks. It mingled with the tears, both real and symbolic, before being washed down the drain.

"Take it deeper. Show them what a dirty, needy slut you are." My throat tightened as I took him farther, my gag reflex struggling against the intrusion. Tears pricked my eyes, but I let him go deeper, my tongue swirling, my lips sliding up and down his length. His balls tightened against my chin, his thrusts growing more urgent, his grip in my hair bordering on painful. "You're going to swallow every drop, aren't you?" His voice was strained, his hips snapping forward. "You're going to beg for it." My cheeks hollowed as I nodded, my mouth full of him. "Mmm-please," I mumbled around his cock, the word barely audible over the crowd's frenzy. "Let me swallow it. All of it."

I used my conditioner as a microphone and applied pressure on it at some point of the song. You can’t blame me. It was the highlight of the song. You know; that part that requires you to squeeze the mic and shut your eyes tightly like you are trying to pass a shit. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh” I couldn’t help but scream as the liquid splashed on my face. Thankfully I had my eyes shut at that moment but not the lid of my conditioner. I took my time to rinse it off my face but it turned into a fast and furious washing session as soon as I heard a voice. His voice.

Even if a little odd, this seemed to be the perfect place for her. He didn't overcome his shock quick enough. "Oh!" he said finally. He sat up and hugged her deeply. But then he immediately recoiled. "What is this?" His face scrunched up in disgust. "Shampoo." He stared at her with a lack of understanding. His tongue darted out and he licked a bubble. Instantly, he dashed away, horrified by the taste. "Oh my god, that is not edible!" Ellis screamed. "Wash your mouth!" she yelled. She grabbed him and dragged him to the bathroom to rinse his mouth. It was a strange experience, having to show someone how to gargle and spit.

"Everest was spoiled growing up. He doesn't mean any harm." "You're the real son of the Ashcroft family, so why are you stooping to the level of an adopted son?" I had compromised again and again for their sake, but in the end, they were trying to ruin me. A suffocating tightness wrapped around my chest as tears welled up in my eyes. Just then, my phone buzzed with a new notification. Bianca had posted to her Instagram feed. "Everest had such a scare today, but I'll always protect you."

Someone rips my clothes and I yelp as my head is pushed underwater. A maid yanks my hair out of the ponytail and I whip my head around to growl at her, only to have shampoo thrown in my eyes. Something cracks on my skull. Eggs. Slurp. The thick liquid slides down my head and…Oh, Goddess. They’re not washing me. They are trying to murder me.

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.