Peyton Coffee Booty Novels & Stories

Including this one. He was tall, muscular, Chiseled, handsome, Rich...And he was a Playboy. He easily got whatever had an attractive body with panties underneath to his bed in mere days. He walked into his luxurious penthouse after the elevator opened, and towards his bedroom. The room he had been in before was the normal room where he usually brought women. Here, he was alone and doesn't have some annoying scent clinging to his bed. And he's going to have to scrub himself to get rid of the one all over his body right now.

if it was Zander I would've happily agreed . But ....Autin gives me ..some wired vibes ... "So ..what will you like ?" Austin asked . "I'll order mine .." i say "Oh no ...its my treat " he grined . I sighted . Well ...who will turn down a free coffee ? After ordering a black coffee we sat down near the last window . "So ...you are very close to Peach ?" I smiled . "Yep " i reply . "Hmm..."I took a sip and sighted .The coffee is good here .

"I guess this means he's coming tonight." Peyton turned and mimicked her friend's pose. "He is and you promised to be nice." "Only because it's your birthday." She grinned, her pretty face transforming from irritated to the knock-'em-dead heart-stopper that sucked in men. "Happy thirtieth, you hag." "Thanks." Peyton laughed and shoved off the counter. "Come help me find something to wear while Joseph's occupied." While riffling through Peyton's closet, Kate tilted her head. "So, what did moneybags get you this year? A yacht? A third-world country?"

Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,

I tuck the sock a bit lower on my calf, so it’s not visible before repeating the process on my right foot. “It’s like Eli knows me. I mean really knows me,” Peyton declares. “These red booties are perfect. They’re soft, maybe calfskin. I mean I’d buy something like them. Wouldn’t I?” I nod. I can’t believe Eli bought two pairs of expensive boots on a whim. “Ready?” Peyton asks me with a bright smile. “No,” I state honestly. “C’mon,” she tugs on my arm. “Can you believe we’re hanging out with a famous rock band?”

"Ambulance? Are you trying to ruin my IPO? This is an important day for my company, and the media is all over this place! Are you trying to make me a laughingstock in the industry by calling you an ambulance right now?" Yvette leaned over suddenly to grab my hair, forcing me to look up. "That was only half a bottle of ointment. Why are you acting like you're hurt badly when those people in the comedy clips feel nothing after using the ointment? What kind of a man are you when you can't take a little pain?" Henry Curtis was laughing hard by her side while holding a selfie stick equipped with proper lighting. He was wearing a flamboyantly shiny suit and had on thick makeup while speaking out l

"OK, let me know what it is about? Is Adam Smith in danger?" "More than that. The alpha male had a lot of enemies related to Zayn and Brittany Brown. We both have to lift the parasitic roots in the company, " said alpha soul Nadhea giving sad results of his black coffee no matter Nadhea assume this is really drinkable or not. Then Nadea sipped the coffee slowly.

"Speaking of feet, your boots look fantastic on you, Mom." "Yeah fantastically slutty you mean, but I guess that is why you bought them for me huh, Tony." Slutty indeed as the black leather boots with their 4.5 inch stiletto heels come all the way up to her knees. He doesn't bother to respond. Instead he gives her a wan smile indicating what she said is the truth.

One zero though, he is just as fair as all his siblings and she likes them dark. His feet are closed with the most recent black and white puma Cali fashion sneakers she's seen weeks ago in a magazine. Her lips could only stay wide because those shoes are pretty darn expensive, he already has them? She drooled on those shoes for hours trying to think what price possession she has so she can sell them off to buy them. She loves sneakers way too much, maybe more than she's ever loved her own boot cut pants and that is Suhayr saying something. Boot cut pants are her number one priority after being rich.

She was holding a cup of fresh ground Brazilian coffee. “Mr. Rockefeller, your coffee.” John, however, didn’t take the coffee. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, pressing her body against his. “Sparky bought a coffin to send off that useless pest, Alex. Why don’t we go over and check it out?” Pepper smiled. “To Brittany’s? Sure!” Brittany used to be her boss’ wife, hence Pepper had to be at her service back then. Since she could insult her openly now, she was overjoyed to join in the fun.