Pop My Cherry Novels & Stories

She pulled off just in time to catch my cum in her sweet lips. On one visit I broke a girl's cherry. She was rubbing her pussy all over my cock while I serviced others. I could tell she was getting very juicy while doing this. She stopped and then I felt her in a different position. Other people must have been holding her so she could fuck me easier because she was sliding back and forth on the head of my cock, barely getting the head in. I timed it just right so that when she was coming down on my cock I thrust hard and I thought I felt her cherry pop and heard her cry out. I kept pumping and they were going with me so soon were fucking deep. She was tight as ever. I held on as long as I co

The cherry rolled into my belly button. She moved up and picked up the cherry between her luscious lips and brought it to my lips. She crushed it between them as we embraced. My head was swimming from the wine and lack of blood flow due to the ever hard dick. I was in an ultimate rush. We embraced briefly with the cherry kiss, and then she went back down to clean my stomach again. Her masterful tongue and red, red, red lips kept my entire body tense the entire time.

Cherry was studying the photo when the ringtone filled the room. She picked up the call immediately upon realizing who the call was from. “West, West, breaking news. Go on, look at the photo I sent to you.” Queen's high-pitched voice blasted through the other side of the phone right away. “I’ve already seen it.” Cherry was amused at Queen's personality that seemed to be fueled with never-ending energy.

"Nice to meet you too" Cherry sat down and looked at the table, there is nothing on it, no drink, no bear and again she thought, "What will you be doing in a bar with having no intention of drinking" "Waiter!" Cherry screamed and a waiter appeared immediately, Good morning ladies, what can I get you?" "Get us two bottles of beer, thank you" Cherry stated and turned to see Noami frowning, "One bottle please" Noami told the waiter and Cherry stared at her confused.

Their lips met in a successful press as if he had calculated the angle perfectly. Cherry stood at the door, stunned, and quickly covered her eyes with her chubby hands. Then, she curiously opened a small gap, studying them carefully. This was a skill she would need as she grew up, so she must master it from a young age! Sophie froze and allowed his lips to envelop hers, letting the overwhelming ecstasy in her chest explode in an instant. "Um... Do you guys need a piece of chewing gum or a cherry-flavored lollipop?" Having grasped the essence, Cherry could not resist the urge to comment.

My voice came out rough, strained. “Oh, I’ve seen you.” She slid onto the stool across from me. With a twirl of her finger, my whisky refilled, and a cherry martini appeared before her. She plucked the cherry, holding it between her lips before biting it. Red juice stained her mouth, and my cock hardened painfully. “And what is it you want from me?” I asked, unable to look away from her lips. Her tongue swept over them, slow and teasing. “I want you to pop my cherry.”

When he stands me back up, he nods at Mark, who’s running up to him with something in his hand. Before I have a single second to process anything happening, Asher’s on his knee, holding up a black velvet box towards me. I can’t hear anything he’s saying, and in truth, I don’t need any words. But I do hear the most important ones. “Ophelia Lane, my popstar, will you marry this quarterback?” I grab his face and pull him up to me, kissing my favorite person without a care in the world. I pull away, let Asher see my face, and say, “Nothing in the world would make me happier.”

I thought she’d still be asleep. “Oh my god, cherry. What happened? Your lipstick is all smudged. Were you crying? Tell the name of the jackass who did this to you.” Margaret went into full mom mode. After all, cherry is her favorite. Which makes my actions even more horrendous. The talk of lipstick reminds me of something. I reached up, wiping my mouth and beard furiously. How could I forget? Oh fucking hell. “It’s fine. I get dumped all the time,” Cherry replied, pushing past her mother to get into the house. Sheryl rushed after her. I tried to walk past without acting weird.

She said with her sinister smirk I quickly picked it up, seeing it was already torn open by Cherry. "Dad asked me to hand you the divorce papers." The parcel fell out of my hands, and a chilly shiver coursed through my skin. Cherry threw her head back again and cackled so loudly I felt my ears would burst from that harsh sound. "He grew the balls to get rid of you, finally!" Cherry squealed with delight, walked to the door, and her body rested on the frame. "Oh, and Dad wants you in a silver dress for tonight. Be his nice little trophy while it still lasts, okay?" She blew a mocking kiss and finally left

Preview before: I felt my pocket buzz. I took out my phone. I got a text message from the same number . Four words got me gasping. "I will get you! Cherry POV: What in the world? Why does this happened out of nights? I thought. I am looking at my phone, and that text message? That's what it says," I will get you." Wow, I am not going to write them back. I am going to ignore them for now. I will figure it out later. I need sleep. We have school. So, I am trying not to think about that crazy text message. But Cherry just closed your eyes, so I went to lie back down in my bed. I heard something again. I am so tired that I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.