Pouty Looks Novels & Stories

She was cute with her baby blue eyes, pointed chin and pouty lips. "Sara, this is Layla and shell be giving you a facial treatment."

It was actually a set of two, a boy and a girl, who when held apart resembled a pair of duck-faced kids but the moment I held them close snapped into a pouty kiss. I frowned. "What the?" As I pulled them apart then held them close again I noticed the slight pull between them and when I held them about an inch apart realized why the pouting duo kept veering forward. Each figure had a tiny little disc, a magnet, inside their tiny little pouts that snapped them into that overtly cutesy kiss. It was hard not to keep looking at them. From the whole lot I'd put away already and even those still on my bed, they were the only ones done in that Precious Moment's style depicting two little chubby frec

he said, smiling and unabashedly checking out the young woman. Polly was attractive, for sure, but she was definitely an interesting girl. She had smallish breasts, but they were perky, and her nipples always seemed to be very erect. She had a spectacular ass, and she was definitely pretty. She had short brown hair, slightly curly and just past her ears. The left side of her head was completely shaved, and she had a few piercings in places that he hadn't expected.

Her lips had a natural pout that made her look like she was always asking for something she didn’t think she’d get. The last girl was my very favorite. Landry wasn’t a full succubus like the other girls. Her hair was mousy brown, like it had tried to be golden, but had fallen just short. She wore it in a braid down her back. Her eyes were a deep chocolate brown that reminded me of Ford’s eyes. It made me happy to see them, when Landry looked up. She was always looking at the floor or off to the side.

Pierre said after a careful look. Paige had the urge to punch the man in his handsome face. How normal could she possibly look? She might not be a radiant beauty, but she was cute. Everyone praised her for her adorable looks since she was young. No one had ever called her normal. “You were fine when I first saw you. However, after a few times, you look really normal. Boring, somewhat,” Pierre said rather seriously. Paige clenched her teeth. She lost her patience in the end.

Reaching my hand out for her. “Yeah that was. I liked it alot Rain. He's so, so beautiful.” She looks at me with her eyes wide and her face pouty. “What is it that you want? I know that look. That is a look females get when they want something. Pouty.”

Hunter rudely inquired, his forehead creased. She unconsciously pouted her lips, making Hunter’s forehead crease more, and looked away. ‘He is staring intensely at me, and I can’t do the same? Where the hell is the equality in that?’ She mumbled inside her head and pouted more unconsciously. “Stop pouting. You looked like a fish.” Hunter commented nastily. She looked at him with wide eyes and an agape mouth. She couldn’t believe that he actually said those words. She calmed herself and mentally took a deep breath.

' She thought while looking at Nathan who have now new hair style. Ever since she tied up Nathan's hair, Nathan learned the tricks and was always in pony tail. Believing her words that he looks manly this way. Yes, he is, but even so he looks even more prettier than before. Especially the baby hair in his nape, exposing it's translucent skin that can compare to a girl. His pure and sparkling jade-green eyes, his sweet smile that giving off a pleasing warmth in your heart. He's too beautiful to be a boy.

This time, my boyfriend groans but actually allows me to walk, "I'll suck you in your bedroom, stop pouting." "I don't pout," he scoffs, looking at me like I'm an idiot, but I’m not. And he pouts a lot. Every time something doesn't go his way, his lower lip becomes slightly but definitely more pronounced and he gets this little cute scowl that... I find really sweet. This magic must be really strong, because there's nothing cute or sweet about Bernard St Claude, not really. It's just my soul being in some serious drugs.

a busty blonde in baby pink rabbit ears and a thong with a cotton tail on her ass says as she makes her way over to me. But my eyes have zoned in on one of the servers. She’s started to hand out her snifters of whiskey to the table. Her hair is in a high pony tail, but even pulled up like that, it trails down to the curve of her ass, occasionally catching in her cotton tail. Her tits aren’t huge like the pink bunny’s, but they also aren’t fake like hers either. She’s waifish, built more for speed than for strength. And there’s something about the light tinkling of laughter that flows from her mouth that has me sitting forward.