Novel & Cerita Lemonade Mouth Ost

Osy tilted his head to the side, with a knowing smirk on his face. "No." Kon pursed his lips. "I'm only getting prepared for what I'm about to do." He slowly lowered his head and licked the tip of Osy's shaft, taking the pre-cum with him. Kon licked his lips. He slowly flicked his tongue on the tip once more, earning him a groan from Osy. Kon took a deep breath before he positioned his mouth on Osy's shaft and slowly took him into his mouth. He wasn't rushing as he let it slide further into his mouth until the tip hit the back of his throat.

That was not a good start. I lined up a piece of broken lemon next to it in an attempt to soothe it, but it actually made it even worse. The lemon was not sweet, much less neutral, a bloody citric acid that made her shiver with agony compulsively begging for water. God, how can people drink that?

Levante opened the last drawer of the refrigerator, exposing a variety of desserts and candies there, along with some healing potions and the potions made of Whisper Moss, Moon Tears, and Sun-Drop Lily. "Here!" He held out a candy. "It has the right amount of sugar. It will—" "What are these?" I asked, my voice cracking. He looked at the drawer and then at me. "Oh, these are all customized for your health. Your healer suggested the right amount of sugar to avoid the side effects. Oh, the sugar is made from Moon Bloom. So, it has none of the side effects of regular cane sugar—" I stood there as he explained everything as though it was normal. Even when he was explaining everything properly, h

Ó The two older women each took a sip from their camouflage Vodka lemonade. To the undiscerning eye, it looked like two innocent old ladies were enjoying a cool glass of the lemony beverage on a hot summer day. But as Riley had just busted them for, it was indeed ninety percent vodka with a dash of the citrus drink to add color and some flavor as the two had told him straight-faced when he had the nerve to get into their business.

It was sexy as hell and I looked up at him, his eyes dark. “Just like that baby,” Leon whispered, pulling my head all the way back, his tip on the edge of my tongue. I swirled my tongue around it, feeling his leg shake. He pushed his dick back into my mouth, keeping my head still as far as it would go. I closed my mouth tighter, feeling his dick vibrate in my mouth. “Can I go faster?” He asked and I nodded. Yes you can indeed sir. I looked up at him, adamant I was going to keep staring at him until he came. His grip on my chin and head got tighter as he fucked my mouth, his dick hitting the back of my throat. I gagged a few times, my eyes watering. “Are you okay?” Leon asked, his voice shaky

They walked over to an umbrella table close to the court which had a pitcher of ice cold lemonade and two glasses on it. “Next time, wear shorts, you’ll play better,” Oliver said with a smile. “I will,” he repliedas he pulled out a chair for her. She sat down and poured them each a glass of lemonade as he took the chair next to hers. “Cheers,” she said as she held up her glass. She tapped her glass against hers and marveled at the physical sensation and the clinking sound it made. The lemonade was cold, sweet, and sour. It was some of the best lemonade he had ever had. It was so good that his brain was short circuiting.

The salt-sweet taste exploded on my tongue. "I'm Gonna come in your pretty mouth first," he murmured, more to himself than to me. "Get the first one out of the way. Then... then I'm gonna take my time with you. All night." He pushed forward, and my lips parted easily. He slid into my mouth. He was thick, stretching my lips, his familiar, clean scent filling my senses. This was Leo. My best friend Leo. His cock was in my mouth.

"Well, we'll make it more enjoyable for you!" Leander grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me towards him. "Ah!" I screamed. My ankles are held by Leander and Liam, and my legs are separated, leaving the garden exposed to both of them. Leander put the rest of the orange in his mouth. His mouth was stuffed a little slowly. He didn't chew, so his cheeks looked a little puffy. Then he leaned over and slowly approached me. I could feel the heat of his breath on the outside of my garden and under my thighs, and my goose bumps rose instantly.

Christine Mom observed me, her lips gently parted. Justin looked about the same, but his eyebrows rose above his head waiting. Not breaking their stares, my lips searched for the bright red straw that hung close to the rim of the glass. My lips finally found the ever fleeting straw, I sucked down the rest of my hard lemonade. The harsh sounds of the glass emptying caught my attention instead. Smacking my lips together, I turned away from the stares only to glance at the pitcher of lemonade. I shrugged my shoulders.

Ky and Kael returned with an array of bags, each filled with items that carried even a hint of lemon or ginger, including fresh lemons and ginger roots. The assortment of bags clearly showed that they had made stops at several different stores. Kael crouched beside the bathtub and placed a lemon drop candy between my lips. "Just suck on this for a while," he murmured, "Mom said these worked the best." I couldn't help but chuckle, even through the nausea. "You two went to multiple stores for all this?"