Nami Rule 34 Gif Novels & Stories

"Rule number one: You stay absolutely still as long as I am playing with you. Later when I fuck you, you are allowed to move and touch as you like" "Rule number two: You can't talk. You are allowed to make all the sounds of pleasure you like and you are allowed to say my name, but nothing else". He looked at her and she nodded to show that she got it. His hands were stroking her thighs slowly. "And rule number three: You are not allowed to cum unless I tell you to. Do you understand all the rules ? And you are allowed to answer my question". "Yes sir, I understand. I will do my very best". Amber just wanted him to fuck her, she couldn’t wait to feel that big hard cock inside her. To be his.

I had just finished my history class and was heading toward the café when I spotted Charlotte waving frantically. “AVA!” she shouted, practically dragging her boyfriend Tristan by the arm. I smiled and jogged up. “What, is there a fire or just another TikTok recipe you want to try?” “Neither. Look who I found loitering like a lost golden retriever!” she said, grinning as Nate came into view behind her, wearing a hoodie and carrying a smoothie.

"Well, like I said, I usually don't come. As long as there's full penetration, it counts. Sometimes the whole encounter is just a few seconds, just long enough get my cock up in there, maybe snap a picture as a momento." "You guys take pictures of yourselves fucking?!" "Oh hell yeah. That's the best part. Helps us remember it after the trip. Our only rule on the pictures is that we don't include our faces. Nothing that could identify us. Oh, and we turn off the icloud on our phones before the trip. Made that mistake once and Haley almost stumbled across some of them on the iPad."

The air felt cool against my exposed cunt. “New rule,” he said, voice right above me. “You don’t get to see who’s using your mouth. You just open and take it. Three of my boys—my roommates, my best friends. They’ve been dying for this since I showed them a blurry pic of your ass in those yoga shorts. If you make all three cum without breaking the blindfold or safewording… you get a reward. If you fail…” He paused, let the silence stretch. “Well. The summer’s long.”

Even though I hadn't been paying full attention, a few rules had managed to stick. "In case you forgot, dating a teacher is strictly prohibited, handsome." I turned back around to face them. They were frantically trying to fix their clothes. The guy froze mid-buttoning when he realized I hadn't left yet. He turned toward me, his wide eyes locking onto mine as he took me in. I cleared my throat. "But hey, whatever. Rules are meant to be broken." He looked away and resumed buttoning his shirt. I let out a sharp sigh. "Next time, be more careful. Not everyone is as nice as I am," I deadpanned.

Alice felt embarrassed and shouted, "Mom, please spare me some face." The conversation had reached this point, and if Laurette refused, everyone would be unhappy. So she said, "Okay, but we need to agree on three rules." Alice hadn't even had a chance to be happy before she heard Laurette mention the three rules. Her face immediately fell, "What three rules?" "No being late, no leaving early, no taking leave without permission, no disobeying superiors' arrangements. If there is a major mistake at work, you must return home immediately. Can you do it?" Laurette said.

“Why did you hesitate, Mrs. Mancini? Rethinking your choice? Perhaps, getting cold feet? Afraid of discovering what you like? Afraid of your own kinks?” Oh, fuck. My thighs press together as a needy throb pulses through me. “No,” I breathe. “Just tell me the last rule.” He goes quiet long enough for tension to coil in my stomach. For a moment, I wonder if he’s testing whether I’m lying or afraid. Then he finally speaks again. “Rule Number Three,” he murmurs. “If you ever cross the line… and by that, I mean catching feelings… you must tell me immediately. I will end the contract without delay.”

“Rule three: No behavior that draws attention.” “So basically… no fun?” I continued before my patience snapped. “Rule four—” She shot a hand in the air. “Wait. Skip to the juicy rule. The one where we’re not supposed to touch each other. That one.” I froze. My heartbeat tripped. My jaw tightened. “There is no such rule.” “Boring,” she said, leaning back like she owned the sun. I tried again. “Rule five: No flirting.” Her smirk exploded into a full grin. “Oops. Already broke that one.”

I can post them on the fridge and everything. Rule #1: A bra must be worn at all times. There will be no nipples shown in this house! Rule #2: Shorts must be long enough to cover ass cheeks and pussy! Rule #3: No touching! In fact, there should be a foot of space between us at all times. Rule #4, I mentally add with a groan: Under no circumstances are we to fuck.

Raising his hand, he held up one finger. “Rule number one, you don’t enter someone’s room or go through their stuff without their permission.” He raised another finger. “You respect each other’s privacy.” He added a third finger, but leaned closer until only a few inches separated our faces. “And rule number three, you never ever tell anybody about what you see or hear in this house. Do you understand, Sin?” I nodded.