Kou Toilet-bound Novels & Stories

I pulled the duvet over my body and turned my back to him. “It’s still early,” he said. “Well, I don’t want to do anything else, Adonis!” I yelled, my voice cracking with frustration. “Fine,” he muttered. “Let’s go to bed then.” I heard the rustle of fabric as he pulled off his shirt, revealing the tattooed, toned body I had come to know too well. My stomach tightened. I kept my eyes fixed on the wall. “What are you doing?” I asked, sitting up quickly.

Lindsay cooed beside me, leaning in for a kiss, "when are you going to marry me? Didn't you tell the media I was the love of your life?" I shot her a cold look. "You're just an actress I hired. A prop in my performance to fake an affair. You really think I love you? That I'd marry you? Don't flatter yourself. Know your place and disappear when I'm done with you. Delete that post. Now." Then I turned and left without another word. … Summer's POV Not long after I left my comment, Lindsay deleted the post. I didn't dwell on it. Instead, I accepted a small urn from the funeral home staff. Inside it was my mother's ashes.

I immediately made him sit on the bowl and sat on his length. "Aaaah," I mumbled and started to move up and down. It seems like the toilet bowl is about to break with every movement and application of our body. It also creates noise especially when I accelerate. I moaned as I grinded my body. "Fuck," he said softly and held me tightly by my waist. He helps me lift my chin. He holds me and guides me up and down. "Ooooh, I'm cumming," I mumbled and hugged him tightly. I didn't realize that I had bitten his shoulder.

There was no apology and that made me cringe at how disrespectful she is going to be. I doubt I would allow that. " Thank you everyone for joining us to witness today. This is a marriage that will bring peace between the two packs and it is very important to us" the council leader said. He was holding a bowl in his hands as he stood beside the fire as well. The bowl in his hands was a sacred one that could only be touched by the leaders alone. " You have to cut your palms, as a sign of agreement," he said. I shivered and it was the first time, I wondered if I was going to go on with this arrangement.

Cole turned and looked down the street in the direction Sean had come probably thinking of how he was gonna go grab his copy. "Nobody wanders off again," Mira said, her gaze moving around the group and landing on Cole specifically. Cole turned back. "Why are you looking at me. I wasn't even the one who—" "Cole." Sean adjusted his sunglasses. The rest of us started moving and after a second Cole followed. Mira stopped in front of an old building and turned around like she was actually about to present something completely reasonable. "Sentō," she said. "It's a public bathhouse. One of the oldest ones still running in Tokyo." She looked around the group. "I know…I know, but don't worry the boy

she called to Marika when she heard the toilet flush. The door to the stall swung open. Manuela saw her cousin sitting on the toilet, her skirt, and panties down. However, the flush had just been a device to attract attention. Marika was not actually using the toilet for its normal purpose, since the lid was closed and supporting her bare ass. Manuela didn't know what to think. She started to say something but swallowed her words in surprise at what her cousin did next. Marika kicked away her skirt and panties. Then, nude from the waist down, she spread her thighs so her hairless cunt was showing. She fingered her pussy lips apart.

Her mouth said one thing, but her body said another, leaning into him more, feeling against her rear exactly how much he meant what he was saying – how much he truly wanted her. “You say that,” Rey teased a singular finger under the elastic band of her trousers, brushing along from side to side, “but you’re my mate, Ki. We can give in to our urges.” He plants a kiss on her neck, and again, and again. Struggling to breathe, heat rose within her. Suki stuttered, “Oh, goddess… Please.” “Please what?” he asked so softly in her ear as he dragged his finger ever so slightly lower down her trousers.

What nicely toned abs… “Is something wrong?” Yohan bent down to meet my height. His face was a few centimeters away from mine. Water was still dripping down his hair and I could see it in detail. There was light steam coming from his freshly washed skin and I could almost feel his hot skin, “You’re holding a spatula.” He glanced at it, “Perhaps you came to ask me what I want to eat?” “Y-y-y-yes!!!” Kill me. Why did I stutter so much?

“The disturbance registered from the same quadrant where she was last held.” The air grew heavy — a palpable tension pressing against every word. Veyra turned from the railing, her cloak whispering against the floor. “You’re suggesting that a human just breached the boundary between mortal and immortal realms?” Myr bowed his head slightly. “Not merely human, Councilor. She carries the binding mark. That makes her Soulbound.” A low murmur rippled through the Council — disbelief mingled with a fear none of them wanted to name. “The Soulbound line was erased ages ago,” Soreth said, his tone dangerously quiet. “The last bearer was purged at the dawn of the Reaper Wars.”

"Dan, hurry up! They've already started!" He forced a nod and tried to continue, but hunched over, gripping his stomach. Chloe leaned in to check on him. Then, in front of a live audience of more than ten thousand, Daniel let out an enormous fart that echoed across the stream. The next instant, the stench spread through the room, and he passed out cold. I couldn't stop laughing at the scene. A moment later, Chloe's call came through. "What did you do?" I smiled faintly. "Take a guess."