Picture Perfect 2 Novels & Stories

He looked at it for a moment, in his heart he still had time to give thanks to God for being met and falling in love with the woman who possessed a beautiful body before him. Amanda without being told to open a little wider access so that Darko lil bro can get into its place. That man lowered her bikini and immediately his lil bro stood firm, strong, tense and veined. The lollipop is ready to be dipped in the container. Amanda closed her eyes as Darko slowly pointed his lollipop at Amanda's hole. But, the sound of Darko's cellphone disturbing their dipping activities. Darko tried to ignore the cellphone's voice and kept focusing on the dipping activity.

Mukgu said as she decided to continue purchasing one. “Really? Thanks! Okay, answer this first! Your perfect boyfriend depends on your taste!” Klayton snapped his fingers and a form appeared on Mukgu’s computer screen. “Please cross out your choice.” That was the instruction given by Klayton. “Um, this game is so fun, okay then.” She said to herself and gave it a try. Mukgu’s answers: Big eyes (x) Small eyes() Let’s try big eyes, though Blake has small eyes.

The tenth time my parents flew more than six thousand miles to meet their future son-in-law, Nathaniel Prescott refused to show up. He ignored my calls and never replied to any messages. After God knew how many cups of coffee, I received an update from my best friend, Isla Monroe. Eight photos of snowy scenery surrounded a picture of two intertwined hands. The caption read: “Check-in number ten. He's perfect in every way.” My fingers curled into tight fists. It took twenty-seven calls before Nathaniel finally answered. “Where are you?” Howling wind rushed through the phone, followed by his distracted voice. “Out. What’s up?” “What’s up? This is the tenth time! My parents flew all

“It’s almost ten. Should we continue this at your place?” Pearl giggled, followed by a moan. She was close. “Is that how bad you want to talk to me?” He held her hips in place as he moved her faster. It was a question he didn’t want to answer. She moaned louder. Her eyes were shut, and she was losing herself in his thrusts. “Oh God ... keep going,” she pleaded. She came hard. People outside could probably hear her screams. He came after her, and then she collapsed to his side. They both panted in sweat. She noticed him staring at the ceiling again.

The warm water from the shower pounding on my back, I stroke my hard cock as I picture her face upturned, inches from mine, and imagine sliding my fingers down the front of her panties. I roll my fingers over her clit, and she grasps my biceps, her grip getting tighter and tighter as she gets closer and closer to orgasm. When she tries to close her eyes, I order her to look at me, and she does, her eyes clouded by lust. She makes little panting sounds, her breasts rising and falling in the fitted button-down oxford shirt she wears, unbuttoned enough that her cleavage is visible. I bring her to the edge. Then I pull my fingers away and she whimpers her response, the sound nothing more than a

“Isn’t that funny? We should take a picture together. The media would love it.” Her perfume was the same scent my mother used to wear. My chest tightened for a second, but I forced the thought away. No. That couldn’t be true. No mother could do what she did. I looked at her , really looked and smiled sweetly. Then, in a calm, low voice that only she could hear, I said, “I don’t take pictures with people like you.” Her smile froze. “What?” she whispered, still forcing a laugh. I stepped back slightly, letting my words sink in. “You heard me.”

PROJECT DELPHINIUM – SUBJECTS. One by one, the photos stared back at me. Men, women, children. Some scarred, some hollow-eyed. Test logs, failures, disappearances. My stomach knotted tighter with every page. And then— I froze. There, clipped to the inside of a folder, was a photo of a girl. Pale, dark-haired, her features too sharp, too familiar. It looked almost as if I was staring at my own face in the darned mirror. My own face.

After the second lap, Austin finally got up from the car as he'd just had a boulder lifted from his shoulders. "It's your turn now, darling." I simply said, "Alright, fun time's over. It's getting dark. We should get home now."' Austin's mouth dropped open in shock as he stared at me with watery, disbelieving eyes. In the end, he admitted defeat and picked up the PlasmaCar, carrying it back home. Theo immediately bumbled over toward us, gazing at us both before giggling and holding one of our hands in each of his little hands.

Another guy, wearing his eyeglasses, made him look like a geek, but what really got my attention was the girl who seemed to be in all the pictures. She was stunningly beautiful. She was grinning with Blake in one picture, and they seemed very happy. One picture fell from the album, and it was them again, in their scuba diving suit, her hands were weaved at the back of his neck, and his arms were on her waist. My heart went to my throat as I read the message at the back. ‘My forever love’. I closed my eyes and sighed. Paintings can never be perfect, no matter how the artist wants them to be. I took the picture and slid it into the pocket of the luggage.

Model Perfect's schedule calls me. I delete my messages with Arlo and change his name on my phone to Anna. If Hunter sees another girl's name on my phone, he won't get suspicious. Maybe it's dishonest, but it's better than getting slapped in the face again. The red mark from yesterday is still there. It's a little red mark, with a dull ache that only my jaw can sense.