Kiss My Face Review นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I asked. "No. I'm just wondering if you are still the same girl I know." "Why?" "You seemed like a nerd then but now I feel like I got the wrong impression of you." "Yea you did." He brushed his hands gently up my sides to rest on my shoulders, ignoring my breasts so obviously that I let out a frustrated groan and pounded my fists against his chest in protest. "I’m savored, I promise," I told him tartly, reaching for his zipper. 'Jesus.' He hissed as he felt my little hands through his jeans. 'You’re perfect. Did you know that?' He molded his hands to my breasts, giving them each exactly what they wanted. Nate sucked in a deep, ragged breath. 'Fuck.'

As i gave that answer her finger *mistakenly* slit my flesh going up my collar bone. "Wh-what was that for Kate?" I asked her as I sprang up, Of course it didn't really hurt me that much-it was just a scratch after all. What made me spring up was how casually she did it, Still wearing that poker face of hers. "I asked you a question, And you avoided it; so I punished you..." She said sitting up and not minding a single word. "Now, I'll ask again...do you think that I'm beautiful?" I gulped, She was indeed beautiful with her curtain of long dark blue hair that fell over her face with only one eye peeking out.

Rogie pulled away from the kiss and stared at me. My cheeks were red because of embarrassment and it burned even brighter when I noticed my classmates looking at me with ridiculous stares. I grimaced and deliberately pushed Rogie away and pulled a handkerchief inside my pocked to wipe my lips. My sharp glare was still on him. "Bastard," I said between my breathe. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked, my face flushed in anger and frustration. His shoulders moved up and down. I could hear his heavy breathing and my brows knotted in confusion. What's wrong with this guy?

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

Her words confused me, but she didn't give me time to process the confusion. She leaned closer to my face, placing her lips on mine, making my eyes widen a bit in shock. Right now, Aliyah Censori was initiating a kiss and it feels just like a movie.

Then another flashback entered her mind. The image of a man whose face was difficult to recognize due to dim lighting, leaning in and giving a fiery, passionate kiss. Then the flashback vanished. The kiss lasted for one minute; during that minute, Keyara felt her world freeze. She had never experienced someone's lips being so sweet, like candy. The ice cream in her hand slipped away, falling onto Grey's thigh, causing him to release the kiss. Keyara was shocked, then became flustered. Her face turned bright red. She hurriedly wiped the melting ice cream that had fallen onto Grey's pants, soiling his expensive trousers worth millions.

A shiver shot down my spine. Kazimir came closer, kneeling next to me and stroking my hair. "If you could only see yourself, Dollface." I felt myself flushing again under his gaze. He leaned down and kissed me. His tongue danced along mine, his unco taste filled my senses. I gasped as the kiss broke and yelped when I felt a buzz against my pussy. "Ooooh!" Kazimir pulled away, leaving me panting and exposed on the bed. "Let's play."

All the men that had been invited as guests were middle aged, and each one of them had a woman possessively beside them. After a while, she took in a deep breath and expelled it, moving out of the bathroom. She started the slow walk back towards Mirabel and her boyfriend when someone suddenly moved in front of her. She recoiled and started to scream, but the sound died in her throat when she looked up at the face. It was the guy she had kissed in her college cafeteria few weeks back. Her assaultee, if that was a word.

The gentle evening breeze ruffles Jaja's long, brunette hair, her brown eyes locked on mine. Her face lights up like a lightbulb, her hands flying up to cup her cheeks as she asks, "You really think I'm beautiful?" I take a deep breath, summoning every ounce of confidence within me, and reply, "It's not a matter of opinion, sweetheart. You are, without a doubt, the embodiment of beauty." My tone is firm, leaving no room for argument. Our faces draw closer, as if pulled together by an invisible force. And then, BAM! Our lips collide in a fiery kiss. Jaja's lips are like vanilla-flavored butter, creamy and decadent, sending a shiver dancing up my spine.

But instead of his lips touching my cheek, he turned my face towards him and kissed my lips. My eyes widened, and I could feel my face heating up. This is the first time he kissed me in front of them! Before I could protest, he quickly pulled away. “You’re so unfair! Rei said a kiss on the cheek!” I pouted. They all laughed. I wanted to disappear like a bubble or be swallowed up by the ground because of embarrassment. He shrugged. “I just think that a kiss on the lips is much better.” “So sweet!” Miley said, seemingly tickled.