Pucca X Garu Novels & Stories

I stand and he shakes my hand and I leave. --- I text Vera from the car. *Paulson is thinking. Garrett is a yes. Come to the rink tonight — there's a side entrance on the east end, I'll leave it unlocked. Nine o'clock.* She replies in under a minute. *Why the rink.* *Because it's not the house and we need to talk without cameras.* A pause. *Richard has cameras?* *Front door, back garden, driveway. No interior. But the garden is covered.*

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Alex03 P.S. Just for fun a photo Of Luca

Paula clasped her hands on her arms and rolled her eyes at Luca, "Did I make you wait?" Luca listened to her words and playfully took a few steps closer to Paula. "No, I made myself wait!" After saying that, he rested his arm on Paula’s shoulder, slightly raising his eyebrows, "Paula, our friends,one pair is dating and another pair is married, why don't we make a pair together?” Paula slapped his hand away, looked Luca up and down, and said in a nonchalant manner, "Nice try! The two of us can only be in a contract relationship."

The arousal in Javier's gaze is his undoing. “You're doing so well that I’m going to reward you, you won't waste master's gift, will you?” Luca pushes forward. Until everything is in. He ends up stuffing his large scrotum into Javier’s mouth as much as it would allow. Javier makes a sound in his throat, the only thing closest to a response to Luca's question. Luca's world tilts, and he lets out a deep, drawn-out groan as he comes spurting down Javier's throat.

she squeals, rushing over. Marcus grins and catches her, lifting her off the ground as they kiss. It's deep and showy, the kind of kiss that makes everyone else uncomfortable, and believe me, it did. The room reacts with a mix of shocked laughter and knowing looks. I look away, but not before I catch Julian's expression across the room. His eyes are sharp, almost murderous, locked on Marcus and the girl with an intensity that makes my stomach twist. Something's definitely wrong here and it's obvious it isn't just about hockey rivalry or whatever tension has been building between them.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I grabbed a fistful of his hair with both hands and started fucking his throat deeply, with rough thrusts that made him gag loudly around my thickness. Saliva poured from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin and onto my balls in messy strings. Every time I pushed into his throat, he choked and spluttered, tears forming in his eyes, but he kept sucking like the perfect little omega he was. The sloppy, obscene sounds filled the entire room — wet gagging, slurping, and my heavy groans mixing together.

The photograph was the same young woman. My grandmother. The real Garcia. The live comments erupted. “So THAT is the real Garcia? Then who’s the woman next to him?” “The letters say it plainly. And he just said he ‘rejected’ her. Lying without batting an eye.” “So the real Garcia was abandoned in the rural West. Who is this fake Garcia? This is insane.” Daniel Harrington’s lips pressed into a thin line. He gripped the table. His fingertips were white. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead.

Taking in the sight of his goddess, her purple and white hair shimmering in the sunlight. Red eyes unseeing as she worked them both higher. Puca knew that the next orgasm that he could feel tightening up inside of his testicles was going to be the most powerful one yet. He was glad he had the stamina to make it this far with her, to give her the magics that she would need for whatever was coming.