Novel & Cerita Ladybug Miraculous Kiss

She smells of mint and peaches, I knew it, I knew her lip-gloss would be peach or strawberry. My lips make contact as I press her firmly into me with my hand on her lower back, her lips open slightly and part so I can slide my tongue in. She tastes like heaven; I allow my tongue to wander in further and draw her head into me as I place my hand on the back of her head. Did I just hear her groan? Fuck me. Madison Loan just groaned into my mouth. Well, I’ll be damned. The ice maiden has thawed out. There’s a lot of sighs and clapping from the bystanders, Melissa says, “aww so cute.” I can feel pictures and videos are being taken and in a few seconds, we’ll be literally all over the internet. Ou

At my grave, he reached out to touch the photo carved into my tombstone, his smile radiant, though his eyes brimmed with sorrow. "If only the old tales of lovers turning into butterflies were real," he murmured. And in that moment, I felt myself transform—my soul taking shape as a butterfly. I fluttered down, landing softly on his shoulder. He lifted a hand and brushed the edge of my fragile wings. A single tear fell from his eye. Then suddenly, blood spilled from his lips. He collapsed in front of my grave. Moments later, another butterfly appeared beside me. Together, we circled freely in the wind, then soared higher and higher, toward an endless horizon.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, but all the electricity I felt was between our bodies as he pumped inside me, over and over, pushing me higher until I sat on the edge of the sweetest oblivion. He thrust deep, and I gasped as the spasm took over. My core quivered. My blood rushed like a hot stream of molten lava. I gasped and bolted upright. I wasn't in a field in Italy. I was in my bed. In San Diego. I had just had an erotic dream about my boss.

"Excellent. You may get another chance to taste him before we are done here. Lydia, why don't you come give it a try now." The girl with the died hair and black makeup scooted forward. Her dark eyes gazed into his as she leaned in, mouth open, touching her lips to his cock head. She gave a soft, lingering kiss, then another, and a third, moving her head slightly to kiss different parts. Bill felt a fresh surge of pre-cum flow from his cock, seeping onto her cheek. She held his penis to her face, using it to smear the liquid over her skin. "Miss Kay," she asked, lips moving against him as she spoke, "May I taste his testicles?"

Her hand lifted and clumsily brushed against my face, like she was seeing double. I felt my stomach drop. “Aria, focus,” I said sharply. “What—” And that was when I noticed it. The bite mark on her neck. Small, but angry-looking, the faint edges of it swollen. I cursed under my breath as the realization hit me. “Damn it,” I muttered, glancing quickly around us. The insect was gone, but I knew what had happened: she’d been bitten by a bug commonly known as Lovesting. Their venom was potent, filled with aphrodisiacs meant to subdue their victims until the swarm came back to feed.

As if Venus herself had strung an invisible thread between them. Marcus slowly raised his hand. His fingers hovered just above her cheek, without touching it. “You’re trembling.” “I’m not trembling.” “You are.” His voice grew even deeper, almost tender. “And it isn’t out of fear.” The touch came nonetheless. Just the tip of his index finger, brushing ever so lightly across her lower lip. The spot where he touched her grew warm, then hot. Livia felt his magic flowing into her—the Kiss of Venus. Sweet. Seductive. She parted her lips slightly, unable to pull away.

he whispered alluringly. At that moment, I stopped caring about the question. Our future together had been written for us a long time ago. Someone could say that the affection we shared wasn't real since it was created by a spell… But isn't love always magical? It began exactly like the love between Immara and Jadiel. It started with that one magical kiss. After all that happened, I like to think of the kissing spell not as a curse, but merely a way to correct the evil fate of our previous lives. This time, we finally found our happy-ending. THE END

she mumbles, looking down at her feet. I can tell that’s hard for her to admit. I reach up to caress the side of her face, stroking her cheek with my thumb. Instead of pushing me away, she leans in to my touch. Unable to resist the magnetic pull between us, I brush my lips against hers. She shivers in response, moving her body closer to mine. As the space between us closes, desire takes over and suddenly I’m pinning her against the wall, sucking and licking her lips that are sweetened with strawberry lip-gloss. Her fingers tangle in my hair as I lift her up so she can wrap her legs around my waist. My tongue slides into her mouth, making her moan loudly.

I scowled at her and muttered, “Dick. Yes. All that is just… It’s frosting on an already perfect cake.” Gabby and Camille threw back their heads and laughed. “Yes!” Camille fisted the air in delight. “Now, that’s what I’m talking about. You go, girl. Lick that frosting.” She lifted her palm for a high five, and added, “I am so going to live vicariously through you until I find my own Prince Charming with an impressive ten-inches-or-more magic wand.”

How can Kris kiss her with passion while seeing his ugly face? “are you not afraid of me?”, he asked. “of course not, you took good care of me, how can I be mad at you?”, Kris responded. Kris touched him again, but by this time she made sure it would make the monster weaken and couldn’t resist her. “am I allowed to touched you?”, whispered Kris. The beast winged spread out as she touched his private part. How can a monster like him felt that kind of sensation from a human being?