Pop My Cherry Novels & Stories

asked Cherry, confused. “Buy me a box. Ask for the limited edition cupcakes. Then, take one gold coin for you. Keep your destination a secret from other people," said Astrid as she brought her index finger to her lips. Cherry covered her mouth, which was almost squealing with joy. "Thank you, Your Highness," said Cherry as she bowed and lifted her dress slightly. She then left with a happy face.

As he pushed her away, he said. “You can do me first!” Cherry said it in a seductive voice. “Wh—What? What has gotten into you!?” He asked as he tried to get rid of her. “No, can you not see that I am a pregnant woman and I want something from you!?” She said, pulling his collar, “Do not try to make me angry, love. Now, come on, follow me out.” “What the heck, Cherry? I am not in the mood to play; let go of me!” Christ exclaimed as he tried to free himself from her. But as Cherry had planned, she was not willing to let go of him.

Serene was about to ask her when a kid intervened and started complaining. " Sister please call Chazi. He promised he'll come today but he isn't here yet." " Joey darling, I'll call him later. I am talking right now and you have learned that it's bad to interrupt. Sister said coaxing him to buy some time but he was a kid, after all, that too a notorious one. He pleaded again using his ultimate puppy eyes.

Nick mocked and I glared at him. “What’s popcorn, Aiv? Do we have to throw popcorn in the air and eat it? Will it pop in the air?” Cherry giggled. “No, Cherry. Let me explain how you play it,” I tucked my hair behind my ears and clasped my hands together. “One of us will be the popcorn and that person will have to curl up on the trampoline mat, holding his/her knees to his/her chest. Then, the other players will try to “pop the popcorn” by bouncing either on their knees or cautiously on their feet. And when the popcorn “pops” by letting go of his/her knees, the popcorn will exchange places with one of the other players. Got it, Cherry?” I explained and asked if our little sister understood t

Mia clicked her tongue and ate a cherry swinging its stalk carelessly in a rogue manner. She passed a cherry to her by holding it by its stalk which Sandra hesitantly took. She motioned her to move forward with it and Sandra took it by its stalk in her mouth and ate it, keeping its stalk neatly on the empty plate on the table. "Serotonin and nor-adrenaline are two mood-enhancing hormones and cherries are known to stimulate it into your body." Mia mumbled running her hand gracefully in the tray looking for the right cherry to devour next. She bit another in her teeth and moaned at the tangy and sweet flavor, licking droplets that spilled out of the corner of lips.

"That name's just as normal as Luna-cherry had been." It was my turn to smile. "Luna-cherry still remains the best you've ever gotten from me, in fact, that's what I'm calling you from now on." "No!" Luna snapped lowly, staring at me in wide-eyed horror. "Gross," she said quietly, "that name implies that I've never had my cherry popped before." "It doesn't. And there's nothing wrong with someone not having their cherry popped at your age, Luna." A disgusted sigh met my statement. "We're so not having this conversation, Emiliano."

“Only if I get to eat a cherry from your pussy.” Her eyes widened, pupils dilating as her hips flexed up, pushing against my thigh. Dessert was never going to be the same.

Then, with a little smirk, I turned around, looking at him over my shoulder as I flashed him my bare pussy. His jaw flexed. I rolled the cherry along the inside of my thigh, over my wet folds, teasing my pussy lips. "You want it?” My voice was barely above a whisper, but I knew he could read my lips. I pushed the cherry in, moaning as the fruit got drenched in my cunt juices, then held it out. His knuckles went white on the armrest. “Come and get it,” I mouthed. When he stood up, I held the fruit to my mouth and ate it. It tasted good, but baiting him felt even better. I had barely dropped the cherry stem into the sink when I heard him move up behind me.

I snorted, my voice devoid of warmth as I said, "No need for that, Vincent. You've used up all the love coupons. Let's get a divorce." For a few seconds, there was only silence on the other line. Then, Vincent demanded frantically, "What are you talking about? I've still got 20 or so love coupons, don't I?" I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I slowly said, "Didn't you know? You used the last one when you asked me to jump into the pool."

She is doomed to fail. [Tzzz!] [Tzzz!] [Tzzz!] The sound of wind being pierced fills the place as Cherry seamlessly waves her knife left and right. Soon, she thrusts it forward and cuts the bitch in the palm. No one would mistake that wound for a shallow cut, but Cherry does not want her to bleed out. The cut is so uniquely done that only a few drops of blood are seen.