Novel & Cerita Pll Kisses

Chris laughs. Sally rolls back over, spreading her legs, trying to relax her ass muscles and get used to the unaccustomed fullness she feels. Chris is kneeling between her legs, smiling at her as he lowers his head and starts licking all around her pussy. When he pushes his tongue inside and flicks it all around, she forgets the butt plug and starts humping against his mouth.

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I ramble. “ The point is did you ever see me kiss any of them?” I asked. I needed Silvy to see the answer for herself. “ I’m sure I seen you kiss them.” Silvy says but she doesn’t look convinced. I decided to help her out. “ I have kissed their cheeks, neck, tits on an occasion. But my lips never touch theirs or their pussy. I made myself a vow to myself that I wasn’t going to kiss on the lips or eat a pussy unless the women was special to me.” I told her. Silvy places her hands on my chest “ Well your lips have been on mine many, many times. Same for my pussy. If I believe your words. Which I do, I’m special to you.” Silvy said as she moved her hands up my chest to wrap around my neck as I

Polly squirmed instinctively as she tried to close her legs, but he held them apart, a cold breeze fanning her petals open. “You’re dripping for me,” he growled. “So fucking perfect, Polly.” He leaned down and kissed her again, soft at first, before trailing lower. And then, without warning, his mouth was on her pussy. “Oh my God…” Polly yelped, her hips jerking. Her hands shot down to push him away, overwhelmed by the sweet feeling that pulsed through her. It was too much, all at once. Rael glanced up at her, his eyes burning.

They fit in his hands perfectly. Piper let out a soft moan. Her hands made it to the collar of his shirt. She wanted to see him naked. He pulled her closer and slid his lips from her lips to her neck. She arched her head up to give him access, and with her hands, she unbuttoned his shirt. He let her, while his tongue swirled on her skin. His teeth gently bit and tugged on her skin while his lips kissed the soreness away. The gentleness was slowly fading between the two.

She gasped, eyes glassy as I lowered my tie, unfastening the top button of my shirt before hovering over her. Chelsea looked perfect in her pink bed with wide doe eyes when I crawled over her. I kissed the pulsing hollow at the base of her throat and trailed my kisses down her collarbone before biting it. I pressed down on her body, grinding on her thigh like a teenager and wishing I could mark her with my teeth like some kind of ravished animal. “Tell me who you belong to, Princess,” I said between our kisses and pulled back to see her dilated pupils. I held her wrists and pressed them over her head, pinning them together with one hand and sliding the other underneath her top.

I wink. Inhaling a breath, I shut the door and head inside Quinn's house. Ice cream first. Pity party second. Anti-male chick-flicks third. ***

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

His pelvis ground against her sensitive clit, stoking the fires of her impending release. Leaning down, Jack captured Lila's lips in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue as he continued to pound into her relentlessly. He swallowed her cries of ecstasy, one hand tangling in her hair to hold her in place. The other snaked between their sweat-slicked bodies to find her aching clit, rubbing tight circles around the throbbing nub.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.