Lil Bendy Novels & Stories

In high school, Tessa Lopez was not popular with boys at all. She was slender and flat-chested like a walking stick. Her movements were gawky and awkward, typical of a girl adjusting to changes in her body. The bullies said she walked like Ichabod Crane, which made her very conscious and pissed. She was not too particular on what she wore. She had a loose knitted yellow Burberry which was her favorite. She always wore it to make herself look more stuffed. She cared less about what her classmates said, but this pullover compensated for her skinny figure.

Her eyes widen in surprise, and I can see her shyness starting to take over. “Little late for embarrassment now, Charlie. I’ve had my face buried in your pussy, watching you orgasm while I fucked you with my mouth. Now, be a good girl and turn around.” She bites her bottom lip, but when I lower her thigh, she does what I want and turns around for me. “Bend over,” I tell her when she just stands there, fidgeting nervously. I run my hand over her perfect, round ass. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Charlie. Your ass is fucking amazing.” I give one cheek a hard smack, making my cock give a healthy jump and my nuts tense up with the need to shoot my load all over her innocent little bo

replied Lily with all excitement. They said bye to each other and Lily threw her phone onto the bed and started jumping on the bed. She jumped down and went straight to the bathroom. Took a quick shower. Stepping out of the bathroom, she was singing and dancing to Justin Bieber's song Baby and swinging her waist left and right. She opened her wardrobe and selected a red elegant halter neck sleeveless cocktail party swing midi evening dress. She put on the dress and did light make-up. She let her hair loose and allowed it to flow down her shoulder to her waist. The wavy dark brown hair made her look extravagant.

"Vanelope will try to get inside your head. She'll make you doubt everything—me, yourself, what you want." "And what do I want?" I asked, because apparently I was a glutton for punishment. His smile was sharp enough to draw blood. "That's what we're going to figure out." He walked around me slowly, then stopped at his desk and leaned back against it. “Bend over,” he said. “Hands flat. Legs apart.” My breath hitched. Still, I obeyed. The desk was cool beneath my palms. My hair fell around my face, curtain-like. The leather of his belt creaked softly behind me. I didn’t know what he was doing, but every moment felt like I was suspended on the edge of something sharp and holy.

He opened it and drunk from it directly, ignoring the angry man on his front. "Huh! You are bounty hunters, right? Young bounty hunters who want to play around the globe. Doing fancy magic shows? Running out wild to earn what? Money? Fame? Build a name? Hah! You don't know me kiddos. I know you're just little cutie novices who will run away from me with your tails on your asses. I am a big name y'know that? My Master will never forgive you if you lay a hand on me. Wait, you already hurt me. Okay, just pay me and I'll think that nothing from this moment happe--"