Novel & Cerita Que Boca Tan Hermosa

On closer inspection, Hermosa's belly was still a little fleshier than before, but instead of being unsightly, it looked like one of those perfectly structured bodies in paintings and sculptures, a thin layer of soft flesh like a freshly shelled coconut, so beautiful that you almost forgot to breathe. Brent couldn't resist and leaned down to kiss Hermosa's white, greasy belly, the warm, soft touch of her lips sent a shiver down Hermosa's spine, a strange pleasure spreading up the area that had been kissed, as if her whole body was going to melt into the kiss. "Mmmm ......" "Honey, are you sure you don't want to come in?"

She is from somewhere else. Sitting down, I reach my hand out and take hers, I gently tug on it to get her to sit down too. She sits facing me. Her dark, wide set eyes are hypnotyzing. I could drown in those pools of chocolate and be perfectly happy doing so. She is so damn beautiful. ”Uh, yeah, Marco Sanchez. I heard them call you Musu?”

I walk towards her and throw her like a fool "They're beautiful, aren't they?!" I realize my blunder when it is already out and I would like to go underground right now. Indeed, the pretty young lady is holding dishwashing powder in her hand. I said what first came to mind without thinking. Like any answer, the girl smiled at me without saying anything. I almost melted like wax on fire in front of this divine smile, it is so beautiful. I had never seen such a beautiful painting. She has extraordinary teeth and beautiful white teeth. I hang on her pink lips as I hear her sweet honeyed voice telling me

We connect eyes for a second. "I must be some gentleman if you take that as a compliment." I raise an eyebrow with a smirk. "Well then..." "Eres tan hermoso como el amanecer. Tan dulce como la cereza en la parte superior. El arándano a mis panqueques, el..." He freezes, I laugh. *you are as beautiful as the sunrise. As sweet as the cherry on top. The blueberry to my pancakes, the...* "El Bonnie a tu Clyde?" I try, he laughs.

"And I love him, the Atlantic Ocean is like life to me, I can't live without him" Thien Kim who was always harsh with me is now gone, in front of me is a gentle girl who is in love, her eyes are bright when she mentions that man and the smile on her lips is as sweet as the rose in the morning. , the voice is as clear as water, and each soothing sound resounds

Her smooth complexion beckoned to be caressed, while her long, luscious hair cascaded perfectly over her shoulders. Ethan, usually articulate and quick-witted, found himself at a loss for words as he laid eyes on Camila. She surpassed all his expectations, surpassing any other girl at the pool party in terms of sheer beauty and sensuality. Her bikini showcased her open skin, inviting exploration and evoking desire. It was as if a vision of perfection had materialized before his eyes.

He bent to my level and examined me properly. “I’m sorry, please stop crying. Tell me, what can I do for you to stop causing a scene?” I suddenly looked up at him, my crying reducing into whimpers. I studied his features, he had a manly handsomeness with a hard face and the cutest lips. “Fuck me!” I blurted out, surprised by my audacity. “What?” He raised a brow. “Please, I beg you. Or don’t you find me attractive? You don’t right? That’s why everyone hates me, it’s because I’m not beautiful,” I began a fresh round of tears.

I was asking a lot of her. "It was great. Spain is beautiful this time of year. I have to admit though, I wasn't expecting Boldova to be as stunning as it is. You've got a beautiful country. I'm grateful to be here." "You're very kind. And very beautiful," I complimented. I brought her hand to my mouth and kissed it softly. She blushed, an endearing little giggle escaping from her mouth. "You're very handsome," she answered. "You're generous with your words. I wouldn't consider myself anything exceptional," I admitted.

I opened the door when I saw a lady looking so beautiful, her skin so flawless and spotless, Alpha Lorde and her have some stricken resemblance. "Hi dear one, lunch is ready." The lady said with a beautiful smile.

“God, you’re so fucking…perfect.” I felt it building, the heat surging through me, impossible to stop. “Bambi, I’m—” The words died on my lips as my orgasm hit, a white-hot wave of pleasure crashing over me. My cock pulsed, and I came hard, spilling into her mouth. She didn’t move, didn’t let a single drop escape, swallowing everything I gave her. Fucking hell, she looked even more gorgeous like that—her hair a wild mess, her cheeks flushed, mascara streaking her tear-lined eyes, her lips still wet with my release, and her gaze pleading, hungry for more. She was so damn perfect.