Novel & Cerita Mouthwashing X Reader

I glance back over my shoulder and find that he is staring a hole through my back. “Uh, Bellamy?” I ask hoarsely. Turns out vomiting is hell on your throat. Actually my mouth tastes awful. “I’m not totally sure what I’m supposed to be doing. Well, I don’t know what you want.” He admits. “Well, right this second, I’d like you to pass me the mouthwash.” I answer, partly because, well… I want the mouthwash, and partially because I’m stalling. I reach out blindly behind me and Bellamy places the bottle of mouthwash in my hand. I almost drop it, plastic bottle plus water equals klutziness. The spearmint liquid somehow burns and cools my mouth at the same time as I rinse it out. I catch a little w

A funky bitter taste invaded my taste buds making me wanna throw up whatever was left inside. Rushing to the sink, I gurgled with water to get rid of the taste. To my luck, I found a mouth wash in the corner cabinet and gurgled more, finally dimming the bad flavor. Leaning on the sink, I breathed hard and looked into the mirror, the alcohol clearing a fraction of my system. The wound marks on my face that Nola so expertly concealed under layers of makeup were beginning to peek through the sweats, and it made me think.

marcel says as he kissed my lips once more. Mario began to wash my body, starting with my shoulders and working his way down my back. His strong yet gentle hands massaged the tension away, and I couldn't help but close my eyes and lean into his touch. I felt protected and cherished, just as he had promised. Marcel and Maverick taking turns washing my arms and legs. Their soft touches felt like a loving caress, and I could sense their genuine care for me. As they washed me, they whispered words of love and admiration, making my heart swell with emotion.

A small moan escapes my lips and I rub my clit until the last wave of pleasure has washed over me. ‘Keeva. Are you nearly finished in there?’ Jonas asks through the door. Fuck! Can they sense things like that. Like I have just done to myself. I feel my face blush and I clear my throat. ‘Yes, I’m just finishing now.’ I call back. Well, I finished a moment ago, I laugh to myself. I need to get to the bottom of my all-consuming need for Channon. I can’t keep masturbating every time I think about him, that would be exhausting. I quickly wash my body with the flowery scented soap I chose when we were shopping and pull the plug from the bath. The white towel is soft and huge, it wraps around me tw

I would have only had to deal with his verbal abuse. Disgust washed over me again. I rose to my feet and went to the sink. I squirted an unusual quantity of paste on my brush and plunged it inside my mouth. I made sure to touch every corner and crack. No stone would be left unturned. In a similar manner, I washed my tongue. I drove the brush further inside my mouth and came down gagging. The sound stilled me. That sound. It was the same exact noise I had made when Piccolo Maestro shoved in his…

“Its totally normal among us here. We do this all the time.” Xavier heaved a deep breath and relaxed as she ran her hands across his body, rubbing the soap all over. She started from his head, washing his face and down to his chest. “Close your eyes,” she said. “I don’t want the soap to get in your eyes.” Xavier wondered when his chest had eyes that were allergic to soap but before he could complain, she had already ran her fingers across his eyes, closing them involuntarily. Her hands went down from his chest to his pelvic girdle and Xavier shut his eyes tight.

I kneel on the shower floor and lift Winter's legs on my shoulders holding her still as I taste her sweet juices. Winter reaches over and grabs the edible body wash and pours it on her body. She uses her hands to rub the soap up her torso and over her tits. I keep eye contact with her as she kneads her breasts and pinch her nipples. I can feel my cock growing in between my legs at the sight.

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I must ensure every last trace of the poison is expelled. With shaking hands, I rinse my mouth and splash water on my face, trying to wash away the lingering sickness. My body feels relieved finally but drained. —*

Everyone saw Mary Kinson pouring mouthwash into her mouth one by one, and everyone held their breath, it was unbelievable. Does she really want to drink mouthwash? This Mary Kinson, just an empty vase, she can't distinguish what is wine and what is mouthwash. Mary Kinson poured everything into her mouth, put the empty wine glass in the passing waiter's tray, then picked up the side glass, covered her lips with her other hand, and spat out all the wine-flavored water in her mouth.