Mouth Breathers Stranger Things Novels & Stories

I could feel the strangers lips on my neck as his hands went to my boobs and squeezed it and that was when i got back to my senses but too late the stranger was gone. * * * ©Pop Precious

Cock thick as my wrist, so fucking hard it bobbed with every step. "What the...." I shrieked, dildo pushing deeper, widening my pussy. "Meet my boy. If you want to get what you want, you'll suck him off and do as I say." He ordered, yanking on his wet cock. The stranger's schlong was inches from my face. He smelled musty, the tip so wide it would rip my mouth off. But all I could think off was the headlines. My face plastered on every cover that mattered, Nix eating dust.

The side effect to this one would be an increase in my beast's rage, but he was determined to try it. Quickly, I uttered a soft prayer and gulped the contents down. "Yuck" It tasted like dirty water and smelt like ten days' cabbage water which tainted my breath. I brushed my teeth about five times and even after using the mouthwash, I could still smell the stench on my breath. Guess, I will keep everyone at a distance tonight.

“Hmm... that sounds exciting!” All of a sudden, she sat on his lap. Luther’s body slightly stiffened when she suddenly when on his top. Then, he felt her tongue and lips playing and kissing his neck. She stopped for a while to look at his tantalizing brown eyes. She examined his gorgeous face, starting from his eyes down to his luscious lips. Their eyes met, and she felt the connection between their stares. She smirked and looked at his eyes directly. “Own me now to distract me, Mr. Stranger.” Apollo Justice

Her jaw ached from his thickness, but she kept sucking, tongue swirling desperately around the underside of his shaft as saliva dripped freely. One of the men laughed loudly. “Yeah, man, this view is insane. Let’s grab another drink before we head out.” They were lingering. Right there. The stranger looked down at her with a dark, satisfied smirk, clearly loving her panic. He pushed deeper into her throat and held himself there, cutting off her air for a few long, terrifying seconds while the voices continued chatting casually. *He’s so deep… I can’t breathe. They’re right there. If I make a single sound they’ll catch me like this — mascara ruined, drooling all over a stranger’s balls. I’m c

Her mouth tasted of blood. "Thank you," she said, the taste of blood in her mouth still lingering. The stranger just kept mute and presented the seeds again. Tori stared at the gloved hand before deciding to do as the stranger said. She opened her mouth and he dropped them into her mouth one at a time. One, two, three, four, she subconsciously counted. After the fourth one dropped and she was sure that it was the last one, she chewed them all up and swallowed difficultly. The seeds left a bitter taste in her mouth and throat. "What seeds are those?" she asked without hiding her dislike for their taste. As usual, he ignored her. He stood up and stood over her, then stretched out a hand.

Tightening myself stiff and holding my breath to keep myself together. I cover my mouth again, tighter, as the urge to break into a sobbing cry hits me harder and I shake, holding my breath and praying to god he leaves me alone. I don’t know who he is, and I’m so disoriented, the smell overpowering my senses, that I ‘m trying hard not to gag while keeping my focus on this stranger. I can taste something foul in the air, hitting my tongue, invading my lungs, awful and cloying. So metallic and potent that it makes my eyes sting and water with its toxicity.

"Wow. It really smells in here." "The stench from the fire still hangs in the air. The building has been closed up since the incident. Open windows and doors would clear it out fairly quickly since all the surfaces are hard." "I don't think all the Febreeze in the world could take this away." She turns up her chin as she pinches the bridge of her nose. "I'm going to end up with a migraine before this over." She's not talking to me as she voices her opinion. I get the impression she's used to saying what's on her mind, and people cower to please her. She's barking up the wrong tree if she assumes I give a shit what she thinks. Frankly, her snotty attitude and incessant complaining may bring o

Time's up. No sooner had the words left my mouth than a stir echoed down the hallway. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, faces etched with a mix of terror and reverence. The deliberate click of high heels grew louder, each step resonating like a heartbeat through the throng. A team of bodyguards in black swiftly took charge, pushing back the onlookers with their phones at the ready. A statuesque silhouette framed the doorway, her black business attire cut with precision, her hair swept up in an elegant twist. Her features echoed Jennifer's, but where Jennifer held a flicker of warmth, this woman radiated a commanding chill that seemed to pierce the very air.

I had been filled with fear. However, this time, the corners of my lips curled up in a cold smirk. When Raymond saw my expression, he could not help but feel puzzled. Soon, we heard the sounds of quick footsteps closing in. Several people ran to the park. They were all dressed in black, and they wore caps and face masks. They almost blended into the night. The man in the lead rushed forward. He yanked Raymond off me and immediately threw a punch at him.