Kimiko Glenn Sex Scene Novels & Stories

Stop causing a scene. I massaged my aching eyes and said to him with a steady voice. "This isn't a scene. I'm calmly telling you that I'm done with you!

she whispered, her heart doing that strange flip again. He didn't answer with words. He reached out, cupped her face, and kissed her. It wasn't a "publicity" kiss—it was deep, lingering, and smelled faintly of expensive mint and something dangerous. For a second, the sound of the rain and the shouting press faded into white noise. When he pulled back, Lilia was breathless, and the room was silent. Even Brenda had stopped chewing her gum. "That," Sion said to the cameras through the window, "is our timeline."

He held the phone up, angling it to capture every inch of my degradation—both cocks stretching me open, my stomach bulging, tits bouncing, my face a mess of pleasure, wolf ears shaking, tail thrashing. He hissed through his teeth. "Fuck. Little honey clenched up the second she heard your name." Kieran glanced at the camera, then grabbed my ass. Slap. Slap. He pulled out until just the head was inside, then drove back in so hard— "Ah! Ah! Ah—" Too much. I couldn't—my neck arched, head thrown back, my ruined face aimed right at the camera. Another gush of wetness spilled out of me, running down both their cocks.