Pee Kink 소설 & 이야기

I mumbled, “Plus, I lost my keys, so there's no way we can enter.” “Should we head to mine then?” The question was out of his mouth before my statement landed, “Also, I would never agree to p**n because your body is mine alone to see.” His statement made my inner things quiver as something fiery unfurled itself in my chest. I was his just as much as he was mine. Till today, I never knew I had a possessive kink, and the thought of Jett helping me discover new kinks as time went on sent delicious jolts down my pussy.

I knew why I wanted it in the first place. The pearl collar glints in the ghostly against of her long, dark hair. Just reading the name Kitten on her tag sends a rush of heat to my head. This is what I want! I have always had this kink but never worked on it before. Wren fits in every freaking criteria that I can’t resist.

She nods once in consent and I tug her collar to make her keep quiet. I’m not finished with her yet. I get out of bed and look for what I have placed on the table. There I have all the toys I’m planning to use. The kink is what gets me off. I returned and glanced at the scene before me. On the bed I have a beautiful Omega kneeled facing the mattress, with her arms crossed behind her back. Her ass is up in the air in full display waiting for what I’m going to do next.

His eyes darted over my face and lingered on my lips. “It’ll be so easy to push my cock into your pussy,” he growled as he slowly rolled his hips. “I’ll fill you up with my cum and watch my baby grow inside you.” He shuddered. “Please don’t tell me you have a breeding kink,” I whispered. “A what kink?” Ryder frowned. “A breeding kink. I read a book where the male lead was obsessed with getting the female lead pregnant. He switched out her birth-control pills with vitamin pills.”

Her pupils dilate from the praise, so I ease myself in a bit farther. "That's my girl, take this cock until your eyes roll back with pleasure. Let me own this pretty pussy. You've been naughty denying this pussy my cock for so long."I say praising her and her legs open wider as her hips tilt down to take more of me, and she winces from the pain. I still, giving her a moment to own the self-induced pain. Siena has a praise kink which makes me even more harder, have never met anyone who’s matched my energy before and she does it effortlessly.

But it wasn't a question I wanted to simply dodge so I asked him, "Why'd you ask? You want one?" I thought he would stop there 'cause Romeo was present there and he wouldn't like his alpha friend to talk to me in that way, however, I was wrong, "Yeah, why not? I have this kink in me. But I wouldn't like to get it from you." Ouch, it hurts my ego, am I good enough to match his standard. "- Not that I couldn't, I could get it from you, but because you're my buddy's mate I know better to keep my distance than to get on his bad side. Plus, I already have someone to get it." He showed his charming chin dimple as he licked his tongue with his piercing shun. My eyes glanced over to Romeo, unconscio

The background noise just drowns whatever commotion is going on between them now. The blade drops to the ground and that's where she kicks his groin. Then finishes him off with a roundhouse kick. This time the guy kisses the ground. Then she turns her back from him to pick up her scattered things. Shoving each of it in her bag. While she was busy mumbling about her unlucky night.

Hank asks with a smile, looking at her profile. - Do you want to check it out? she drawls in an unexpectedly low, chesty voice, turning her head to look into his eyes. “Do you know that in order to transform a kitsune, you need the parietal bone of the person into whom it is going to spread?” “I guess I don't want to know exactly how you got it,” Hank laughs. Keith stares at him in such a way that he, finally embarrassed, says: “Your eyes look like that now… Damn, my palms are sweaty.” If you're going to eat me, please do it quickly. And not to hurt too much.

"And well you can't go in for the reading with this" I watch her sink to her knees, looking up at me, that sexy smirk playing on her lips. Hissing low in my throat, when she grabs me, running her tongue all the way up the underside, ending with her tongue swirling the head and then running over the slith, pre cum already forming. "You ... might ... be ... right".

For the amount you're getting paid, you should come to my door in a gingham dress, pie in hand, braids flowing, two given names, and knees ready to be scraped on short notice. My breath hitched. Did that last description really need to happen? No. Could I even think about something other than my cock in her clever mouth? Nope. Klaus: That is uncomfortably specific kink. Klaus: I'm happy to report that I do, in fact, own a gingham dress, know how to make a cherry pie, and give the most incredibly beautiful oral sex. Klaus: And then there are braids. That's going to cost extra. They make me look hella young.