Novel & Cerita Kissing Sound Muah

I gasped, the sound swallowed by his mouth as his tongue slid against mine, his kiss turning feral, his hands gripping my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh. A moan tore from my throat, broken and needy, the sound vibrating against his lips. Jaxx chuckled, the sound dark and satisfied, his lips curving against mine. "It wasn’t even up to thirty seconds, baby," he murmured, his voice a dark tease, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips. "And you’re already moaning."

WARNING: This chapter contains mature content not suitable for young readers. Please read at your own discretion. Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View “Uhmm! Ohh! Hnngh! Mmmph!” Each sound tore from my lips as his fingers glided through my folds, never slowing even as our kiss deepened into something wild and consuming. “A—aughhmp!” A sharp cry burst from me mid-kiss as his long finger slid inside me, easy as silk thanks to how wet I was.

He laid me down on the mattress and freely worshiped and kissed my papayas. It was like a baby eager to breastfeed its mother, even my nipple was bitten by her. So I moaned quietly in fear when someone heard me. "Don't be shy, hon, please moan while calling my name. Your moaning is like music in my ears. It sounds so good." it's whispered. "Don't worry my room is soundproof," he added. When I heard that, I couldn't stop myself anymore and I screamed especially when he kissed me and his tongue played with the pearl of the east. I don't know where to turn my head, I moan louder and louder as I hold its head and dig deeper into it. Aaah! I moan because I can't control my libido and at any time

'Mmhmp~ *grunts* *thrusts* Their moans, groans, grunts are the sounds that are filling the room together with the sound of skin slapping and the wet kisses. Their scents are filling the room. Fortunately, they sealed their villa so no one can hear their loud moans and their scents will be trapped inside. "Hnngg~ Love, faster. Ughh!!! So, fucking good! Yes!" "Like this? Mhm~" Kaleb keeps on thrusting deep and hard.

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:

she retorted, her voice breathless but filled with humor. "Make me," he challenged, his grin widening. She didn’t need to be told twice. With a playful growl, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down, capturing his lips in a kiss that was both fierce and hungry, her laughter melting into a moan as his hands roamed over her body.

I whisper in her ear, trailing sweet kisses across her cheek to her mouth. I slip my tongue into her mouth just as my finger slips between her slick folds, coming into contact with her clit. She makes a sound I've never heard before, her body tensing before she relaxes against me. I twirl my finger gently, my lips still attached to hers as I gauge her reaction to every movement.

she whispered, barely audible. “This.” Kayla leaned in, her breath warm against Susan’s mouth, smelling of mint and something intoxicatingly feminine. Her lips, soft and full, pressed against Susan’s, a tentative exploration at first. Susan’s eyes fluttered shut, a silent surrender. Kayla’s kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, her tongue tracing the seam of Susan’s lips. Susan’s mouth parted on a soft moan, inviting the intrusion. Kayla’s tongue slipped inside.

“Ouch! Shit!” She rubbed the spot with her hand when cold fingers replaced hers, smoothing the material of her pants. Mal’s voice turned soft. “You know why, Little One.” He leaned his head down and Claire’s heart thumped in her chest. She felt his breath, cool on her lips, and closed her eyes as she leaned forward to finally kiss him. *BAM!*

he whispers, a fractured sound against my throat. "I have you," I murmur, my lips pressing against his damp hair. "I am here, moya dusha." He shifts, tilting his head up and I capture his lips. The kiss is slow, deep, and worshipful. Our mouths slide together, exploring, tasting the lingering heat of the food and the salt of his skin. I trace the shape of his mouth with my tongue, coaxing him to open for me. He whimpers, a soft, broken noise, and slides his hands into my hair, holding me in place.