Novel & Cerita Marceline X Bubblegum

“Hey, Michelle, you’re back!” I smiled. “Thanks. I’m not so thrilled to be back, but it is nice to see you again.” He made a face. “Yeah, things here are still the same, if not worse,” he pointed to the washing machine. “Exhibit A... Marcella is indeed making me wash her panties.” I shook my head. Marcella was a Zeta who had an obsession with Gabriel. She made him do ridiculous things, like cleaning her car without his shirt on, just so she could sit back and watch him. It was something Gabriel had to deal with often.

But I can’t help it. Especially when she looks at me with those pretty eyes and squirms under my touch. I want her pretty fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking me slowly. This is so fucking strange. If I haven’t felt anything in so long, why now? Why Madelaine? “Thank you, Doctor,” she said, walking away. My dick twitched in my pants. I literally can’t take my eyes off her. It’s impossible. She has a pretty pink birthmark around her right eye, shaped like a flower.

Marcel was feeling disappointed and angry as he came out of his room. All his efforts just went to waste as he wasn't able to awaken his demons so they could have their fun with the ladies so that they would stop bugging him about sleeping with Ella. However as soon as he stepped out his room his nose picked up a very pleasant, familiar scent by the corner and he immediately took his eyes to that direction and that is when he saw Ella in a hidden position. On sighing Ella Marcel's demons that had initially been quiet all of a sudden came alive and started speaking. Ranting, even louder than before.

The voice said. “What is it?” I asked, carefully in a blunt and emotionless tone. “Think thoroughly, before you do, for there is something that is going to take over you, slowly steadily, it will consume you, your mind, your heart, it may be good, it may be bad, but do not overeat it, as it will do more damage than good,” she riddled, what the hell? “I'm sorry to burst your bubble but I don’t do riddles, either be clear or do not tell me such things,” I stated firmly. The voice simply just chuckled. As the eel, came at a fast speed before me, opening its mouth wide...

"If you don't visit us at least once this month, I'll be very sad." She smiled and excitedly replied, "I will!" Marceline got off her chair and went to the fridge. Pulling out a large lunchbox with a blue lid from it, she came back and sat on her chair. "A gift," she said as she handed it to me. "For moving out?" I asked and she nodded. I opened it and there were small snacks inside together with cupcakes that were a little overcooked. I smiled at her, touched that she even bothered. "Thanks, Peanut butterfly."

Meanwhile, Mara noticed Annabel's mood but was grateful that Annabel didn't do anything stupid. As everyone sat quietly, all the attention was on Crystabel's mouth. They all looked at her mouth as she carelessly chewed those bubble gum and the crazy girl didn't mind at all. She continued to chew her bubble gum as her eyes got hold of Annabel's ice cream. She took a spare ice cream spoon and dipped it into Annabel's ice cream without her permission as she started licking it.

She pulled me along to sit down on a bench under an oak tree, towering over the pathway. Kane walked away from us, scanning the area, the ever-watchful guard. Marcelle produced a packet from her bag. She offered it to me. Inside was an array of sweets; strings of licorice, bon-bons and jelly sweets. I laughed and took a string of black licorice. “Don’t judge me, I have a sweet tooth.” She pouted, looking like a naughty child. “Maybe I should offer some to old sourpuss over there,” she whispered, her head close to mine, conspiring. “Maybe it would sweeten him up a bit.”

The booth guy yelled, and the kids cheered on. I smiled at my shadow on the beach like sand. If my pride were human, it'd be getting bandaged all over… Marcel walked over to the store, talking to the men for minutes, before he came back with two fountain cakes, his eyes never leaving mine as he took a bite from one of them teasingly. “Oh, if this is what you describe as fun, then this is really fun, River…” he said. “Free fountain cakes for the cute little bunnies who cheered these couples up…” one of the men cried out excitedly as kids rushed to the front store, and I gave Marcel a knowing look.

Marceline paused, her wide eyes blinking, "Huh......" I curled my lips, kicking her in the foot. Naturally, I'd be surprised that she could actually forget about her pseudonym - but then again, this was Marceline. Clumsy and cluelessly forgetful. "Ouch!" - She winced, pouting regretfully. Rachel on the other hand had her eyes on the both of us, she must have felt that something was off but couldn't place her hands on what seemed wrong. Marceline chuckled wrily, "You think so?"

She was wet, really wet and he wondered how it was possible for her to be when they'd been having a work–related conversation. Marcellus groaned, grabbing unto her hair before wrapping it around his fist. It was like she knew he'd badly wanted something to take his mind off the woman he'd seen earlier in his office. "Fuck! Buttercup." "Marcel, look at me," she moaned out, grinding her hips relentlessly. Marcel's gaze shot to hers and he grabbed a hold of her waist. He twitched inside her eager to thrust but she wasn't ready to let him and he was going to let her have her way.