Lyrics For Poker Face Novels & Stories

He let out a light laugh” you don’t need to pay,I just love the way your pussy wraps around my cock” My face flushed pink and I poured at his dirty words. “So see you Friday?” “Who is going to say no to a face like that “ I smirked “

I was gripping the back of his head, and about to explode, "That's it, suck that dick...suck it. Ride my dick...ride my dick with that face...yeah...yeah...yeah...ride it!" I groaned as he pumped hard with his face, "Yea Marty! Come on, give me that face! Yeah, you like this fuckin' dick, don't you? Face fuck me...mmmm...that's it...give me that face...yeah, face fuckkkk...face fuck me!" Finally, I pumped up into his mouth and pressed down on his head, to feel his throat. I'm sure he struggled to swallow, but it felt like I was shooting ropes straight down his throat. He kept his lips locked tight and enjoyed the waning, last drops.

Leo immediately began screaming, “Help! He's attacking me! He's jealous because my wife chose me instead of him. That’s why he's assaulting me!” Someone in the crowd spoke up. “That’s right. The pregnant woman who went in before me came with him.” In an instant, the surrounding crowd shoved me to the ground and kicked me from all directions. During the chaos, the mask covering my face was torn off. A woman gasped. “Oh my! No wonder he's so jealous. He's an ugly freak!” By the time Riley returned, I was covered in injuries, and blood covered my face. A look of pain flashed across Riley’s eyes as she hurried toward me, intending to help me up. However, Leo pulled her back. With reddened eyes,

His warm palm slowly rubbed my old wound. "Does it still hurt, baby?" He looked into my eyes, drowning in tenderness, as if I were his most precious treasure. I stared dead at the man in front of me. No guilt in his deep eyes. No hesitation. How does he do it? Like a split-personality psychopath. Fucking another woman raw on this bed, then putting on a holy, devoted face to care for my pain. "It doesn't hurt anymore." I lowered my eyes, forcing down the urge to vomit.

In Sicily, forgetting a face can get you killed. I was born face-blind. Unless I recognized someone's tattoo or voice, I had no idea who I was looking at. Sometimes, I couldn't even recognize my own parents. But my best friend, Sofia Ricci, was convinced I just wasn't trying hard enough. She decided it was time to cure me of all that "drama." She even got my brother, Don Victor Lombardi, and my fiancé, Luca Marchetti, to play along. The three of them called it "extreme survival training." At the underground casino, they once abandoned me in a private room packed with strangers. At family banquets, they'd ditch the suits I knew them by and vanish into the crowd. I would be left wandering from

I couldn’t decipher the poker face and silent treatment he was suddenly showing. I was getting frustrated and quite honestly tired because I had danced to the song on repeat for the 7th time and he couldn’t be more bored with the dance. I had swayed showed tits even twerked and still there was nothing. By the 8th repeat I had taken my clothes off and he scoffed.

Pokerface hubby! “Hello!” I stuttered. “Dear wife, are you that stupid that you decided to freeze to death?” he scolds. “How...” I stammered. “Turn around!” he says. I quickly turned, not minding if the force I use would break my neck. “Adonis?” he was standing in front of me, looking all cool and mean at the same time. “You...” I manage my last word before I embrace him out of the blue. I know right now that he's blushing, even though I can't see his face from the hug.

Brian is staring him down, not letting the man intimidate him. "How about you take off those stupid sunglasses and let me see you better?" he importunes him. ... "Can you talk? Huh? Can you say at least something? Don't just stand there like a fucking idiot!" he spat. ... How unresponsive the man is, made Brian go on an angry rant.

I hope I can have a good boss, who l can be friends of. A beautiful lady come out in the room. She's taller than me, she's lighter-skinned, with brown eyes and sulky lips. She's an absolute goddess. I can't take my eyes off her, and I'm so insecure of her beauty. This is really quite interesting. I smiled widely but I received nothing as return. This is awkward. She’s so professional and serious. I should pretend, I am not nervous. I just keep smiling. [Poker Face] “Are you Akesha Melody Anderson?”

My heart fluttered immediately when his handsome face was the first thing I could see, staring at me with love and tenderness. He immediately wiped my sweat gently with his handkerchief. I can't help but smile as I smell that familiar scent of his. It's really one addictive scent. "Why are you smiling? Stop or I'll kiss you." I immediately shifted into a poker face. "Hm? So you don't like me?" "What?" "You immediately went into a poker face when I told you I'll kiss you. Does that means you don't like me anymore?" "Yeah, I don't like you."