Naughty Babe Novels & Stories

The Boys' name is Cole Pika Smith, and the girl is Gabby Maeve Smith. "Come here, baby." Opening her arms out, Gabby runs into her waiting arms. Enveloping her in her arms, she squeezes her tightly. She always felt complete with her babies, well almost, as her heart still longs for the father of her children, but she knows it's just wishful thinking. "Why are you angry at Mommy? She looks pretty" says Gabby, "that's the problem. She's too pretty!" Says Pika with an eye roll.

Not to freak out or take anything this way at school. “Honestly…. I can’t say yes or no as I don’t know what it’s like to have my boyfriend being that way. I have never had one, and no one other than you and my parents ever gave me a cute pet name…. Babe, however…is Dane's all-purpose title for anything with boobs, and sometimes he’s nice….sometimes he’s a jerk. It depends on the girl and whether they will go away or cry, I guess..” I’m so stupid.

I named the baby Noah. He's a mischievous little one who keeps us on our toes. He can sleep all day but insists on being awake and fussy at night. Aunt Mary and Uncle Marcus dote on him, taking turns to soothe him in the evenings. Typically, Aunt Mary handles the first half of the night, and Uncle Marcus takes the latter. Noah is like a mini-me, inheriting my brown skin and green eyes. He's nothing like Drake, which eases my worries.

Caught Babe who was carrying a tool to make table varnish for a customer's order. "Crap! Didn't you eat at work earlier? Why can't you stop by M*D, J*co, what about your lime feet?" Babe said. "Isn't there anyone selling fried bananas as delicious as Nyak's cooking, Be?" "What's your excuse! You usually drink it until it's cold. What are you doing? Feeling blue? Is there a problem with you?" Babe looked at Alif probingly. A middle-aged man who looks okay has already understood the behavior of his only single child.

Which made me hard all over again and gave me an idea. Baby-Girl unless we are playing sexy games you will act and talk like an innocent little girl with me and Barbie, but during sexy times you will turn into a super horny slut. Do you understand me? "Yes Daddy, is it time for sexy games?"

“What the actual fuck is babe? Do I look like somebody’s fragile little porcelain doll to you?!” My hands flailed in the air for emphasis, one clutching the blanket like I was shielding myself from verbal assault. If I’d had the strength, I would’ve thrown the water jug at his smug face. The weird part is am physically bigger than him, yet he’s calling babe… that’s cringe as fuck.

She wink and giggle at the same time. She finish taking her bath, and walked to the room she hear soft music playing and smell a few lavender scented candles lit. She peak out into the room. The lights are dimmed and Nate is sitting on the leather couch naked, stroking his 11 inch cock. He was an amazing sight. Short brown hair, a cuddly-like-teddy-bear body that made you just want to snuggle into him and be embraced, a little hairy all over his body, but it was enough to be attracted to. Nate was a teddy bear. He was her teddy bear. Nate motions her to come over.

The gentle exploration moved further south, inching closer and closer to the bulge beneath the boxers. "Babe..." Devon's voice came out as a breathy moan as Bienley's finger began to make slow circles around the more prominent bump. The sensation was almost too much to bear. "Yes, Dee?" Bienley replied with a mischievous smile, his fingers showing no sign of stopping their sweet torment between Devon's legs. The moment was charged with an intense and undeniable passion. "Naughty little devil," Devon murmured, his eyes fluttering shut as he found himself completely at the mercy of the intoxicating sensations Bienley was lavishing upon his body. With a helpless sigh, he threw his head back, su

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“It is okay, daddy. I think you are forgiven. Now come take your son.” Scar said as she lifted the baby up a bit. Maverick took the bundle from her arms and looked down into the face of the babe. He was amazed that he had any part in his creation. He was simply beautiful, like his mother. As the baby’s eyes opened, he glanced into them and smiled. The baby, Nathan, however, only wanted one thing. He started crying at a pitch that meant that he was ravenous from his journey into the world and his ordeal of being born.