Ice Spice Sexy Novels & Stories

I grabbed her sexy ass; it was so soft that I felt like creaming her ass. "I just wanted to be sure sexy mama." I whispered into her ear. "You sure now?" "No doubt queen." "No p." ( No problems.) There was a burst of laughter. She returned to her seat laughing too. It was so obvious that they were all on trips. "And this is her friend String. The most pretty sexy Mamacita from Jamaica and our wonderful guitarist." Just the islet I wished so much to hold in my arms. She was a full 10/10 package; Stefflon Don; bouncing her visible white boobs towards me. It was like a figment. HEY GUYS! DID YOU KNOW THAT NO TWO PUSSIES SMELL THE SAME?

The whole time he has me laughing in tears. "You such a dick Reece" I say laughing. "Why thank you Madam" the fucker says nodding his head. "Guys we going for a walk and getting ice cream, anyone want to join?" Ella asks gesturing to the parents. Reece and Jason jumps up like school kids making me chuckle "I'll stay here, thanks" they nod and leave. Putting my shades on, laying down. I love this. Ace is giving me whiplash with his hot and cold behavior. One minute he's practically telling me my bikini is slutty, the next calling me sexy, then runs off like I disgust him. Ugh I should just stay away.

"Although. I don't think it's too little." I take the spoon and taste it. "The spice is barely noticeable. " He blinks at me, shock written all over his face. "Barely... Barely noticeable?" He stares at the food and I notice his red eyes. I laugh. "This is the bare minimum of spicy for me. If you Mr Sylvester find this spicy..." "Alaric." "Mm?" "Call me Alaric." I nod. If that's what you want. "Okay." The room goes so quiet that I can hear the ticking of the clock. I rub my upper arm and Mr... Alaric stands and closes my windows.

It was a battle she was slowly losing because she could clearly see Isabella’s cleavage and that alone was driving her insane. It was so inviting, like a pepperoni pizza. However she knew that she could never be satisfied with a one-night stand when it comes to Isabella, and she was damned sure about that. “Don’t you wanna fuck me?” Isabella muttered seductively as she leisurely played with her spaghetti strap. What’s wrong with her? I’m actually taking the initiative and she's refusing me. What’s so wrong about casual sex? Let’s see how long she can resist me. Isabella thought and her sensual moves became even more bolder.

“Oh my goodness! I didn't know you brought ice cream to spice things up. Kinky!” Her voice was excited as the woman chirped happily not knowing the consequences of her actions. “Oh fuck!” He disconnected the call and lifted his head only to see Meagia put the head of the pink vibrator in her mouth. Eskaal immediately glanced at his junior which had caused a visible bulge in his trousers.

Still unsure, he crushed his lips onto her, drawing her in; now Aria knows exactly what he was craving: her. They kept a smooth, sulty, and sloppy motion. Their lips opened and crushed together in sync while Victor’s hands were working magic on Aria’s boobs. With each crush came a gasp for air. Victor did not only work on Aria’s boobs but her lower back, her neck, his hands were everywhere except where Aria wants it to be so bad. The cable car was suddenly heated.

Before I can say anything, Lira reaches me in one fluid motion, pressing me down onto the cushions, her soft breath mixing with my rapid breath. Her skin is so hot, and so soft that I don’t want her to stop pressing her body against me. Those heavy breasts crush against my smaller ones through my hoodie, nipples dragging like live wires. “I—” The rest of my words get stuck in my throat when her mouth claims mine—deep, filthy, that long demonic tongue sliding in thick and possessive, tasting like spiced honey and pure lust. It fills me, fucks my mouth slow and wet, curling around my own tongue until I’m moaning helplessly into her, hips bucking up on instinct. Never in all my years of living

I spread my legs just a fraction, letting him see how the bikini bottom clung to my swollen lips. Victor’s hand came down on the arm of the chair, caging me in. His face was inches from mine, breath warm against my cheek. I could feel the heat rolling off him. My nipples were so hard they hurt and my juices were leaking down my thighs, mixing with the tanning oil. “You’re testing my patience, Isabella.”

I inhaled his smell as he leaned in, he smelled different - like grease mingled with perfection cologne - which was unlike him - but it was sexy. His hands cupped my breasts, he was careful as he touched them - flickering and kneading each hardened nipple. After another round of massaging my boobs, he pulled out his shaft, moved himself behind me and started to part my legs. Something felt kinda off when he groaned, it felt eerily different like a horror remembrance from the past. He pushed himself into my body as I cast the thought out of my head.

His surprise quickly disappears as the other man strips naked and bends the woman over the couch. Wetness pools in between my legs, and I move slightly around, trying to find a comfortable spot. Trevor lightly kisses my earlobe again and whispers, “There is more spice than anything else in the movie.” The woman on the TV and I moan together. “Ahhh…..”