Jojo Crying Novels & Stories

Then she’d return to being an adult and throw out her single glass slipper. Now the tears were coming faster, and she felt so stupid that it made her cry harder. “Hey, hey, what is this?” Adam put an arm around her shoulders. “What happened? You can’t just sit there and cry and expect me to ask nothing about it.” Joy shook her head, crying into his shoulder. She shouldn’t indulge herself like this, and yet… It felt good. It felt good to have someone to lean on. She’d been alone for so long lately.

I feel her clenching tighter with every thrust. “Alex!” she cries out. “Yes, gods, just like that!” “You gonna cum already, baby?” I ask, driving up into her harder. “YES!” “Good. Because if you keep clenching around me like that, I won’t last long either.” From across the couch, I hear Jake groan, “Hermes—don’t make me cum yet. I need to give it to JoJo.” “Oh shit!” JoJo gasps as she orgasms hard, her body trembling and her pussy clenching around me like a vice.

"I l-love her, I love C-Ceres so much—." The moment that Jiroo's voice cracked, I ran to him and wrapped my arms on his head and pulled it against my chest. "I'm so-sorry, Roo." I whispered and with that, Jiroo broke down between my arms and once again, the house filled with loud cries. Jennie left me. _______

"Riley, you've been asked to join the filming for 'You're My Joy'!" my manager, Monica Jones, cried. Her words pulled me out of my confusion and sorrow. I hurriedly checked the trending topics to see that everything was peaceful on the Internet. There weren't any hurtful words. It looked like… I'd been reborn. I'd traveled three years back in time, and Peyton Grant was still alive.

He rolled his eyes. "Well he did got it." I chuckled. Joey sighed. "Are you dumb?" "Dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb dumb no ddaeme haru jongil-" "You're singing dumb song by a cake." "It's Red Velvet and you're annoying." "You're so talkative, I'm so going to drop you!" "Then drop me, I'm going to walk." "Why are you so hard?" "Hard like a rock." I pouted and he chuckled. "Why do you like basketball?" I asked.

I love the guy, but he’s acting like a brat. I hear the door open and smell JoJo before I even see her. I sit up. “Hey, JoJo.” Her eyes travel over my bare chest. She closes the door behind her and pulls off her top. Confused, I ask, “What are you doing?” “I’m tired of feeling disconnected from my mates. I’m tired of being alone when I’m surrounded by the men I love. I want to feel connected to you.” Her pants come off next. Then her bra. Her panties.

Jojo reached for her tummy almost immediately, and her stomach began to move she feels pain a little, and her eyebrows are tightly gathered down. She wanted to scream out everything right now, bending down and clasping her fingers into her voice: "Ouch... Ouch, ahem..." She only coughed one hand's saliva after coughing for a long time, and the ache in her stomach grew worse. She couldn't cough any longer and rolled down the stairs with her hands covering her stomach. "It stings... it stings..." Her long hair was saturated in cold sweat as she continued to tumble on the ground.

A long sob shook Jake to his core. "Bethany. Your mom or mine?" He moved away from Kari, the large patio suddenly stifling. He paced as he tried to be patient with the near-hysterical girl on the phone. His heart breaking for the pain in her voice, the sound of her own heart tearing in two.

She didn't realize she call Kyhe's number. "Hello!" Kyhe answered and waited for her answer but heard her crying. “I'm so sick and tired of him, I just want to be happy without him messing with it. Mother, why can't I be happy like everyone else. What did I do wrong? Father, what do I do?” Jhonia said to herself not knowing Kyhe was on the phone which she had dropped and not paying attention to. He heard her cried out for happiness asking her parents what to do. That made his heart sink. While he was seated on the other side of the phone in a private sector of a club he glanced at Jea, who is returning the look suspiciously.

'Fuck yes, squeeze it out,' LeBron roared, spanking her ass redder, welts rising. Joash groaned deeply, 'Gonna flood this sloppy cunt,' and erupted first, hot spurts jetting deep into her core, coating her insides anew. LeBron followed seconds later, his massive load mixing with Joash's, the overflow leaking out in thick rivulets down her thighs as they kept pumping through her climax. Amelia trembled, aftershocks rippling through her, moans softening to whimpers—'Mmm... nngh... too much...'