روايات وقصص ضمن Mario Kiss Princess Peach

She still couldn't understand why she looked so much like herself. It was just amazing... - And if we eat... began the young woman. - No pizza, no burger, then I'm in. Mirabelle cut her off. Kaya smiled in spite of herself... Mirabelle wasn't that mean. She was simply too busy with her princess duties... - Ask room service to bring some food... I'll be right back. Mirabelle finished before leaving the suite. She grabbed the hotel phone and dialed the front desk... - What can I do for you, Princess?

Mario: Tell what? Gaymo: That we’re dating, and we love each other. Mario: Huh? You went too far, Gaymo. Gaymo: You mean, you don’t love me? Mario: Of course I love you, but as a friend. Gaymo: But you kissed me. Mario: Yes, because I love you as a friend. You’re like a sister. You remind me of my sister, Martha. Gaymo: I hate you. That is our conversation. I hate him so much right now. I was embarrassed with all the things he said. If that’s not love, then what is it? Will magic do some changes?

Hunter- To say I wasn’t charmed by her reaction would be a lie. Kyra covered her lips with her hand and her eyes went wide as if she just understood the full extent of that kiss. She was so innocent, that I was loving every minute of the blush that deepened on her cheeks. Even her neck was turning a soft pink, she looked radiant.

Hwi gave her wife a small smile while she reluctantly climbed into the passenger seat. The car started moving. Natasha placed her head out of the window and looked back, her hair fluttered in the wind. Hwi waved his hand and mouthed, "I love you," which her wife reciprocated with the same phrase. The tears rushing down her wife's face shattered his heart as he fought the urge to come with them. They had only been married for a year and she was still four months pregnant. His heart ached by thinking that he wouldn't be there during her late pregnancy and childbirth to take care of her. Min Jae stood still, eyes following the car until it disappeared from his sight.

Untangled herself from the almost-hug. "Thank you. For uh, listening to me. And for killing him, I guess." Should she thank him for killing? "Dont worry about it, princess." The nickname hung swished between a taunt and an endearment, depending on what he said. "I'll let Mikhail know you were here." His shirt fell just below the crease of her butt cheeks. It was hard to walk pretending she wasn't naked underneath. At least, he didn't stare. His eyes never so much as strayed from her face.

"Principessa..." After that, he took her again and again, but he never spoke of love. He knew her love for him wasn't nearly as deep as the love he kept buried. If he confessed, he was afraid the princess would take his love for granted. He was even more afraid she'd get bored and run. "Boss, we're here." Marco's voice pulled him back to reality. The car was already at the private airfield.

He clutched his sore wrist and whimpered softly in fright. “What are you doing?!” I shouted, shoving Fiona away. I crouched down and wrapped Leo in my arms. “I told you. Don’t touch my son!” Unexpectedly, Fiona didn’t get angry. She laughed instead, then shot a look at her chubby niece. The next second, the girl rushed over. Crumbs still clung to her mouth as she pressed her lips directly onto Leo’s. Then she announced proudly, “Leo, I gave you my first kiss. You have to marry me now!

“On your knees. Look at me the whole time.” He sank down slowly, pride shattering right in front of me. The sight sent a dark rush through my veins. I unzipped and pulled my cock free—already rock hard, heavy, leaking from the power of this moment. Kai kept his eyes locked on mine as I guided the head past his swollen lips. The wet heat of his mouth wrapped around me and dragged a low groan from my chest.

About this time, an even bigger crash occurs and I hear Griffin yell, "Guards! GUARDS!" I think Marsha screwed up for some reason, because now I can feel the paste on my shirt and jeans. Some of it gets on my stomach and sides because my shirt had ridden up slightly. The burning intensifies when this happens and I am unable to stop myself from screaming again. "What are you doing to him?" A voice asks anxiously, a voice that is familiar to me. "What are you doing to Mona?" Marsha says nothing of the silence that follows, then croaks in my ear. "Drink this." A cup touches my lips and a sweet liquid slides into my mouth. Not much, though, but something knocks the cup from my lips.

So I move close and kiss her lips, slowly, once and release. Princess has her eyes closed as I move back, so I take my time to admire her. Her beautiful lashes that are spreading out contrast her milky skin. Her cheeks are tinted with a beautiful blush, and the way she doesn't move doesn't open her eyes... it gives me a heads-up to kiss her again.