Novel & Cerita Juicy

he moaned, “just like a vice around my cock." He used his palms to spread my ass cheeks like a loaf of bread. My eyes watered when his tip touched that spot. “Yes Daddy please,” I begged, gripping the edge of the chair hard as he increased his pace. “Harder,” I moaned, heat surging through my veins. The smell of nicotine filtered through my nose and with heavily lidded eyes I saw Mr. Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar.

Me: That isn't my business, Hayden. Hayden: Your jealousy says otherwise. I sensed his smugness, and I pursed my lips, tucking away my phone and heading to my next class. Lunch came soon after, but I wasn't particularly thrilled about it. Lunch used to make me happy, but now it felt bothersome to see everyone happily eating while I starved.

She stuttered and I asked again "Do you like my husband?" "Of course not,how can I like your husband? He's your husband remember" She replied calmly this time "I see" I nodded "What makes you think I like him?" She asked "Well never mind I guess I was thinking too much" I gesture for her to hand over my lunch, Stacy quickly gave me my lunch and i ate and pretended not to see her stealing gazes at me *Two months later* "Are we going home?" I stared at Leon curiously

My sentences were clipped with desperation. She pushed a few buttons. "Not to worry. It appears you'll make it. You're still on the plane." She smiled up at me. “It must be your lucky day. You've been upgraded to first class, seat 3D.” She handed me back my phone. "Enjoy your flight." My lucky day. Hardly.

I hesitated, with eyes still wide, but his grip on my jaw was unrelenting. “Suck it, little one.” he commanded, “Make it wet for me.” I obeyed immediately, my tongue sliding over the salty skin, and tasting the musk of his desire. The first few strokes were slow, but as his hips began to thrust into my mouth, I found myself moving with him, my cheeks hollowing, and my moans muffled around his length. “Fuck sweet heart… you’re so good at that,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair, pulling just enough to sting. “Look at you, taking my cock like you were made for it. Like you were made for me.”

Léon My mouth finds her, full, open, burning. I taste her, truly, for the first time. Without barrier. Her pure, complex, intoxicating essence. I drink her. My tongue explores every fold, every secret recess, finds the nerve center, pulsing, and lingers there with delicate cruelty. I eat her. As one consumes an offering. With devotion and voracity.

"Sure. I'm the black Range Rover." All I can think of is her sexy little jean shorts, her smile, and her spunky attitude. This is gonna be fun.

Quill kept his teeth buried in Hawk's skin as his hand never stopped. Hawk's breathing hitched, his voice breaking as he stuttered, "Oh shit, I'm about to—fuck, Quill, I'm about to..." Quill growled, the sound reverberating through Hawk's skin as he nodded against him. His teeth remained clamped down, his grip on Hawk firm as he thrust harder, matching the urgency in Hawk's voice. Hawk's hips bucked, his muscles locking as his release tore through his body and mind. His body tightened impossibly around Quill's cock, pulling him deeper with every shudder until he couldn't move unless Hawk did.

Kalaunan ay nagpaubaya na lang ang lalaki at mataman siyang tiningnan na may ngiting tagumpay sa mukha. "Ang hot mo," bulong ni Joy sa kanya bago uminom ng wine mula sa hawak na baso. "Hindi naman. Sakto lang," biro niyang sagot at sabay na nagtawanan. Hindi naman nagpahuli si Mari sa bulungan portion at nagsalita ito malapit sa tainga ni Martin. Tumaas ang sulok ng kanyang kilay at pinigilan ang sariling mapairap.

“I’m not a child you know,” Green chuckled as I fed her a slice of apple. “Well, Lilith did say you shouldn’t stress yourself.” I replied and she smirked. “I can do just fine with an apple,” I curled my right arm around her neck so she could lean on my shoulder as we sat up on the bed with the plates of fruit on my thighs. “Don’t be stubborn,” I hushed and she held my waist tighter. “Your babies are kicking a little more than usual today.” She whispered and I chuckled while I rubbed her belly gently. It always gave me a different kind of joy feeling their gentle pulse. “I have a feeling they might take after my stubbornness.”