Merry Christmas Ya Filthy Animal Pillow นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The room got very quiet. "You got her a present?" Catherine asked, amused. "She's staying in my house for Christmas. Of course I got her a present." I unwrapped it carefully. Inside was a wooden bookmark, smooth and perfect, with my name carved in beautiful script along one edge. My breath caught. This was the one Sophie had seen weeks ago. The one he'd been making in secret. "It's beautiful," I whispered. "He's been working on that forever," Sophie said. "I knew it was for someone. I just didn't know it was you."

The house was quiet except for the distant, rhythmic lap of waves against the shore and the soft creak of the floorboards under our bare feet. Lila’s room glowed a soft, dreamy pink from her night-light shaped like a crescent moon, the canopy bed draped in gauzy white fabric like a little princess fortress. She was already sitting up when we slipped inside, dark curls a wild halo around her sweet face, clutching the stuffed wolf Dante had custom-commissioned for her third birthday—the one with the tiny silver collar embroidered on its neck in delicate thread because, as he’d told the maker, “she needs to know what forever looks like, just like Mommy.”

“I love being your dirty little wife— hah— don’t stop— I’m so close again!” He reached for something on the side — a thick vibrating toy. He pressed it against my clit while continuing to pound into me. “Oh my god— oh my god—!” My moans turned into desperate, broken sobs of pleasure. “It’s too much— fuck— I’m coming— nngh—!” I shattered hard, squirting around his cock as the orgasm ripped through me. Lucien groaned and came deep inside me, holding me up as my legs gave out. Later in the huge bed, he wasn’t done.

I said as I placed my hands on my hips, looking down at my new pet that lay on the floor, in the dog bed that I bought for him at some random store. How the hell am I going to hide such a huge creature? I just hope he doesn't pee and crap everywhere because I know how dogs can be. I didn't dwell on it. I never do, so instead I walked over to my bed, wanting to relax after such a day with him because he was an excited ball of energy. He had this wolfish grin on his face as I drove us around and I guess he enjoyed the wind in his hair. I kicked off my sneakers and took off the bright orange jacket I had worn, exposing the strapless bra I was wearing beneath the jacket. I pulled down my short s

Right now, those orbs are big and shiny with an equal proportion of glee and greed. “Really? You’ll get me three new ones? From Gucci?” “I swear on…” I look around, my gaze latching on the ugliest stuffed toy I’ve ever seen. My nose wrinkles in surprise. I have honestly never set eyes on a stuffed animal this ugly; “Is that… a mangled Winnie the Pooh?” “Yeah.” “Fine. I swear on his life.” “He’s not alive, girl.” Zeya feels the need to point out. I shrug. “I swear on him regardless.”

“Ho–ho–hooo, merry fucking Christmas, you filthy animals. Who’s been a naughty little elf this year? Mama Claus has a sack full of surprises… but only if you unwrap me first.” She drags one manicured nail down the zipper, letting the coat fall open another inch. Her nipples are already rock-hard, poking through the fur trim. She grabs her own tits, squeezes them together, and gives the camera a wicked grin. I’m standing just off-camera in nothing but red velvet pants and a Santa hat, my cock already straining against the Santa’s fabric. My heart’s hammering. I step into frame, voice low and rough.

She leans over and kisses my forehead and says goodnight. I chuckle at the wrapping. Christmas themed, must be Cassandra. I tear it open to reveal a box of ammunition. I open the box and instead of bullets, I find a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs and a pair of blue underwear that says 'Cop-A-Feel' on the buttox. I chuckle as I lift them up, and realize that instead of looking forward to seeing Patricia wear them, I see that they are in fact, men's underwear. No flipping way am I wearing these damn chili chokers.

“The animals will appreciate you.” “It’s been my pleasure,” Martha assured her, patting her arm. “Merry Christmas, Noelle.” Looking at Brady, standing there talking to Rhonda, a sympathetic smile on his face, she wasn’t sure about that, but she did manage to say, “Merry Christmas.”

Merry Christmas, V, sighed Roth, trying so hard not to feel disappointed. Vince sighed along with his wolf and just stayed buried under his bed covers. There was no use in getting up if it was just gonna be another cold Christmas for him and his wolf. He tried not to think of what happened back there at his mate's house, but that was all that kept playing and replaying in his head. +++ "OH MY GOD! NO, STAY AWAY! SHIT PLEASE! DON'T HURT ME!!! PLEEEEAAASSE!"

The first button dial on the office phone was plastered with a sticker of Melissa's face. There was a pink Happy Capy cup on the desk. The chair cushion was also a pink Happy Capy pillow. The desktop had numerous Happy Capy items, and even the folders had been replaced with Happy Capy ones.