Masky X Hoodie Yaoi Novels & Stories

The blue-masked woman moved behind, her hands sliding up my back, unfastening my gown to let it fall, exposing my breasts to the cool air, her mouth descending to suck a nipple hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. “Oh god,” I whimpered, the combined assault overwhelming, and the gold-masked leader chuckled, stepping closer, her hands cupping my face, kissing me deeply, her tongue dominating mine. The silver-masked woman increased the vibrator’s speed, the hum intensifying, while the purple-masked woman added a third finger, thrusting deep into my wet cunt, stretching me further. The red-masked woman’s tongue delved deeper, her hands spreading my thighs wider, and I rocked against her face

Her people found her disgusting because of her scar and would look away at her arrival and some would avoid her entirely but the one person who had kissed her and smiled at her even while looking into her eyes, not once paying attention to the mask on the one side of her face. How could she have let him break down her walls, Marshall had abducted her and locked her up in here. He probably glared at her when she wasn't looking and washed up after being with her. Yes, he probably believed she was ugly behind her mask after all she was not his mate but he held her close at night and whispered fake words of love to her, fooled her good and she fell so hard for it. Blinded her with false love and

An innocent statement of a kid. He could not read his teacher's emotion behind the black mask with a carve of one big eye in a gray color and inside that big eye was another 3 eyes in a triangular formation; whereas, the third eyes were in a close state. And another eye at the mouth area in an open state. "Yman come here." A person wearing a gown embroidered by — gray and gold — and a mask on his face beckoned on a 5 years old kid Yman. Gripping the wooden sword that's taller than him, he tottered towards the person that he called the teacher.

Wham! The masked woman slapped the man. At once, his cloth mask was knocked off. If Alex Rockefeller was here, he would have recognized this man who was none other than Frank Accardo’s son, Heath Accardo! “Bastard, your head is filled with garbage!” The masked woman was an envoy from Gokudo Soshiki. Her real name was Maiko Chiba.

He rubbed it against my entrance, teasing me. “Beg for it,” he commanded, his masked face inches from mine. “Please… fuck me. I need your cock right now.” He thrust forward and buried every inch inside me in one powerful stroke. I cried out, my back arching against the door as he stretched me open. He fucked me hard and deep, his hips slamming against me, one hand around my throat while the other squeezed my breast. “Look at you,” he growled. “Getting fucked by a stranger at a masquerade while everyone parties just outside.”

' Robyn shrieked, jumping around happily. Mustering up enough courage not to back down, I downloaded the escort app with the most reviews and signed up. Then scrolled through the list of names and bios visible. Some of the men had their pictures plastered; to be frank, a better part of them do. But the one that caught my attention the most was the one wearing a mask. However, he was completely bare from waist upwards, with a large colorful butterfly tattoo on his right chest. He looked so muscular, and too big. 'He looks yummy. Definitely the perfect fit for our petite form!' Robyn clapped her paws together.

"You'd better hope so." He just ignored me and said, "What else makes you look… girly?" "My boobs," I said bluntly. He grinned. "Exactly." "Don't you even think—" "Calm down! I'm not cutting them off!" "Good, because I'd kill you." "We'll just tie them up," he said, throwing a white cloth at me. I glared at him. "We?" He turned around in a flash. "Fine. You tie them up." "Better," I snarled, tying them up securely. I tied them up and then looked at myself in his broken mirror. My chest was smooth, my hair short, and his tattered shirt had me smelling of him—smoke and herbs.

A slow footstep sounded between heaven and earth, and everyone turned their heads : "What kind of person!" The man was wearing a green cloak, with a hood on his head, the man slowly removed the hood, revealing his face under the hood, no, not his face, but a silver-white mask, with the word "Kei" engraved on the lower right corner of the mask. "What's going on! How come there's another Keidu!" At this moment, everyone in the Cloud Mist Courtyard showed shocked faces, and then they all looked towards Night Canghai, but even Night Canghai froze, because that person's height and body type were also exactly the same as Xiao Dusty Keidu's.

The tailor has listened to our exchange, and he disappears for a few moments before returning with everything Zayden described. ‘I hear it’s a masquerade ball?’ he smiles. ‘It is indeed. Do you have masks?’ I ask him. ‘Yes, I have masks,’ he says as he retrieves a bundle for us to look through. I choose a black mask that covers all of my forehead and my nose. It covers enough of my face that no one will be able to recognize me. Zayden comes out of another room to show us his outfit. He looks amazing. ‘Alright. We will take those, and he will need boots,’ I say, looking at his bare feet.