Maomao Sisters Apothecary Diaries の小説・ストーリー

She repeated the process for another minute, until Aaron whispered in her ears again, "Now run your finger up and down your pu$$y, between your pu$$y walls." Alexia did as her brother said, running her finger in-between her pu$$y wall, "Increase your pace." Aaron instructs. Alexia increase her pace, going faster than before, her chest heaving up and down. "Oh godddddd." She moaned, she hurriedly covers her mouth in shock, realizing what she just did. Her parents that's solely focused on the movie took away their eyes from the movie to stare at her. "Did you just moan, Alexia." Her mum asked, staring at her surprised.

**Mia's POV** The morning light filtered through the bay windows of my bedroom, casting rainbow prisms across the polished wood of my vanity. I stared at the small army of pill bottles that had appeared there sometime during the night, arranged in neat, clinical rows. Blues, whites, pale pinks, and soft yellows – a rainbow arsenal of chemical intervention. My fingers traced the edge of the nearest bottle. The label bore some long, unpronounceable name, followed by precise instructions in stark black text. Behind it stood at least a dozen more, each with its own schedule, its own promises of healing.

Back in my room, I smeared it generously with Vaseline and lay back. It was so big. I whimpered as I worked the fat head into my hungry cunt, stretching myself wider than ever before. Inch by inch I took it until the whole thing was buried inside me. Then I fucked myself like a woman possessed—hard, deep, desperate—moaning into my pillow as another devastating orgasm tore through me. I had just pulled the dripping cucumber out when I heard a knock. “Yes?” I called, voice shaking. “It’s Sister Beatrice. Are you alright?”

She says as my mother laughs at her words and father growls playfully at us. I look around the office, it feels like forever since I have been in here but it never changes. The large wall full of shelves behind her desk is filled with jars of all different herbs, there are also potions of all different colours, glowing and swirling as if alive. I am so drawn to a bottle of pink liquid at the end of one of the shelves I don't realise mother has spoken until my sister nudges me. “Oh sorry, what was that?” I say as I drag my eyes away from the shimmering pink liquid. My mother narrows her green eyes at me before glancing at the pink liquid. I smile at her as Denu drops into the large leather so

I was lost in thought when a commotion coming from the entrance to the research institute interrupted my short-lived daydream. I looked out the window. To my surprise, it was Mom and Sheryl causing a scene. Sheryl was standing at the gate holding up a banner. It read, "Andrea Colson is heartless! She poisoned her own sister! She's a devil!" The bright red lettering was impossible to miss. Combined with the pitted scars left behind after the skin on Sheryl's body had peeled away, even though Sheryl had recovered from the illness, her appearance was visibly unsettling.

, her father said, Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Well that's a good idea, but I think we should let the kids decide, plus Paris seems nice, it's their wedding after all", My mother said. Another set of small talks and then this time the conversation moved to Beatrice. "So Beatrice, what do you do?", Rebecca's mother asked. "I own a strip club, Club Eden", she said. "Oh, the Queer club at Malcom street?, you own that? wow that's amazing", Anthony said. "It's more of a family business, my sister's are involved too", she said.

**Mia's POV** The morning light filtered through the bay windows of my bedroom, casting rainbow prisms across the polished wood of my vanity. I stared at the small army of pill bottles that had appeared there sometime during the night, arranged in neat, clinical rows. Blues, whites, pale pinks, and soft yellows – a rainbow arsenal of chemical intervention. My fingers traced the edge of the nearest bottle. The label bore some long, unpronounceable name, followed by precise instructions in stark black text. Behind it stood at least a dozen more, each with its own schedule, its own promises of healing.

The girl was feeling like a delicate bird in front of him. Azfarin's hair was so tangled that tears came to her eyes due to the pain. The man with the horrible face was staring at her from top to bottom. What happened was that the veins of Azfarin's white neck were becoming clear. The whole body was trembling. The neck and face were drenched in sweat under the influence of fear and heat. A wave of fear ran through Azfarin's wheelbarrow. He put his face very close to Azfarin's face. "The Macy's Moote Harin Brain"

I hate them both’, she thought to herself. Yvonne was her childhood friend. They were practically sisters. Last week, she took her to visit Solomon. On reaching there today to ask him for some help because of her mother’s illness, she met the door unlocked. She heard some moaning and thought that Solomon was in pain and she pushed the door open. She walked into the apartment and searched for him. She called his name but what she got in response was still the moans. And if her ears weren’t deceiving her, she was hearing two voices. She walked down the hallway and moved towards the bedroom.

Scholar Li introduces the little lady, "For those who don't know, this is my little sister, Wan'er. She is a disciple of the Master Herbalist here. Wan'er, this is General Li, the Tenth Prince Rong Yi, and Miss Yuan Zi Yan. We are all on a critical mission at the moment. Is the Master Herbalist here?" She shakes her head, proceeding to inform us about how the herbalist is out of the city. She is now in charge.. I gulp down. Is it wrong that the first thing I notice about her is.. *Cough* BIG MELONS! *Cough* I glance down at myself. No comparison.