Kissing Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

Everyone in the restaurant was very friendly and greeted them as if they had known each other for a long time, between the kindness of the employees and the romantic atmosphere of the restaurant Karina felt very comfortable: -Kari can you do me the honor of being my girlfriend. She looked at him and with a big smile she answered: -Yes, yes Antonio. He came closer and gave her the long awaited kiss, it was a delicate kiss, but with passion, which Karina liked the most. Antonio wanted to take everything calmly and that pleased Karina very much, so the big night went by, then Antonio went to leave Karina at her house and when he said goodbye Antonio took her in his arms and gave her a long kiss

“Geez. If you think that was me flirting, you seriously need to learn a few things, buddy.” “You’re right,” he murmured, moving in closer. So close. “I suck at flirting. I’m much better at just plain kissing.” And he swept his mouth against mine.

“Say it, and I will.” She didn’t. Couldn’t. He closed the distance in one powerful motion. The kiss was fierce, hungry, claiming. His mouth devoured hers, tongue sliding past her lips with dominant skill. Lila moaned softly into him, her hands fisting in his shirt. He tasted like coffee and forbidden sin. One of his hands tangled in her hair, tilting her head back as he deepened the kiss, pressing her fully against the shelves. Books shifted slightly behind her. He lifted her effortlessly onto the edge of his desk, stepping between her thighs. His hands roamed under her skirt, gripping her soft thighs, pulling her closer until she could feel the hard ridge of his arousal pressing against her

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

Tears burned against my lids, finally rolling down the side of my eyes. His torso leaned forward, he wrapped his hands around my neck. His huge nipples were really close to my face. His dick, sheathed repeatedly in my ass. Our lips clashed, the kiss was soft and warm. Nearly overriding the pain in my ass. His eyes flickered, and this time the perfect red was there to stay. I gripped his hair, breaking the kiss while I sucked on his nipple. He had a smile across his face. He rammed against my ass real hard with each slam.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

Horace cut off her airflow, their cocks moved inside her slowly inside her overstuffed entrance. Taylor kept spitting on her pussy, making it wetter and slicker so they could move easily. Donna was close, so, so close. "I'm...gonna...gonna...come..." Her tits bounced wildly with every thrust, toes curling. "We're right there with you, baby." Horace grunted, eyes fixed on Taylor. "I love the way our dicks rub together in this tight pussy." Right before her very eyes, they both leaned in and kissed. Hot deep kiss, tongues sliding together as they moaned into each other's mouths.

It was a vice grip, a relentless, pulsating tunnel of heat that threatened to make him shatter right there. She leaned down, her hair falling around them like a curtain. She kissed him, her tongue diving into his mouth with an aggressive, possessive hunger. It wasn't a sweet kiss. She broke the kiss, shifting her body until she was on the bed with a pillow wedged beneath her hips, tilting her pelvis. Carter took the opening. He didn't hesitate. He grabbed her hips, slamming into her, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt the full, devastating power of her tightness.

Her hand touched my chest, resting there. I deepened the kiss before I could stop myself. She responded in kind, her fingers curling into my shirt. The mug I was holding hit the floor, and I didn’t even hear it land. My hand slid to her waist and I felt her tremble. I pulled her closer. Her body pressed to mine, and for a second, the world narrowed to just that moment. Just the heat of her and the sound of her breath, and the way she kissed me like she’d been holding it back for weeks. Actually, we both had.

she whispered to him, suppressing the moan that tried to escape from her lips. In a nanosecond, Francis carried her with his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, finally claiming her lips. He moaned from the kiss, as he felt so hot from it. Everytime he kissed her, it was as if fire and ice met and both succumbed to the pressure, becoming one. He inserted his tongue into her mouth, tasting her as both tongues fought for dominance. It felt as if it was the first time kissing her and it seems she had gotten better than before.