James Charles Thicc Novels & Stories

Richard James is already close. If the performance had the same effect on him as it has had on me, he must be about ready to blow. Her thighs are shiny with a mix of juices and cum. Her lips are leaking a glistening trickle down her chin. James abruptly groans and presses forward, his hands circling her head. He presses in and Charlotte splutters. Equally abruptly he pulls free, spurting over her face instead, splashes escaping to trail glutinously down to her breasts....

Tres said, “that’s this loser’s girlfriend.” Charlie raised his eyebrows, his forehead to wrinkling. “James, you’re dating Eliza?” “Yes, sir,” he responded with no embarrassment at all. “Good for you. She’s a great girl.” The warmth was evident in his voice. James smiled. “Yes, sir. She is.” “Hell yeah, she is,” Matt piped up. “She’s hot!” “Check your language Matt,” Charlie snapped. “Sorry,” the youngest brother muttered. James took pity on the boy. “You’re right, Matt. She’s absolutely gorgeous.”