Reading Fluff Novels & Stories

she blushed. I chuckled as I turned my head, “I don’t want to read that mushy stuff about you and my own Uncle, that’s kind of gross to me.” I blinked, “wait, if you have sex with Uncle Russ and conceive then what about the pure evil that will be born, if I don’t have sex?” Lilly giggled, “it’s not mushy stuff and again, you need to really read what is written?” I blinked at her, “yes, but that doesn’t mean…”

"Ohh..yeah,you won't believe she starved the kids just because she's not ready to serve them lunch.." "Whoa!" Fleur exclaimed.."that's cruel" "Yeah" ~ "Here.." We heard and saw Mig stretching a small tray containing two cups of creamy coffee to us. "Thanks" I said and collected it. I passed Fleur hers and started gulping mine, with my eyes closed. Damn..i love the feeling of the hot liquid against my dry throat. i licked the cream off my lips slowly,then opened my eyes to catch Mig staring at me. He quickly turned his face away, looking embarrassed to have been caught.

He flipped another page pretending to grade but his breathing had started to get rough. His hips bucked a little pushing deeper into my mouth. “Deeper Lily. Take more of that cock. Earn that extra credit you little plagiarist.” The word stung but it sent a fresh rush of wetness straight to my pussy. I moaned around his cock the vibration making him curse low. I took him deeper, gagging harder but pushing through tears leaking from my eyes while saliva ran down his shaft all the way to his balls. My free hand finally slipped between my own legs pressing hard against my soaked jeans right over my clit.

Ava Pov The fluorescent lights in the library hummed like a swarm of angry hornets. Every time I tried to focus on my Macroeconomics textbook, the lines blurred into a mess of meaningless ink. My head throbbed. I checked my phone for the tenth time in five minutes. No new messages.

The room was immersed in wholesome silence. The only sound heard was the slight grazing of the fork against the plate one in a while. My eyes stayed glued to the fork in my hand, my breathing was weirdly slow, unlike usual. My tongue played in my dry mouth as my mind drifted back to Flare, my conversation with her today, her hurt look on her face, her notes. I didn't over do it, did I?

Surely, it wouldn’t be out in the open, but he also wouldn’t tuck it away somewhere that would take years to find. Flora began pulling books from the shelves one by one, opening them carefully and flipping through the pages, hoping to find something—anything—that might give her a clue. Most of the books were old and untouched, dusty even. It was tedious work, and her patience began to wear thin as book after book yielded nothing.

“Check what our innocent little princess is reading.” Luca caught it one-handed. His eyes scanned the screen, and a low, dark chuckle rumbled from deep in his chest as he read a filthy line aloud. The explicit words hung thick in the air…descriptions of being stuffed full from both ends, dripping and gagging and coming apart.

It’s a heavy old thing, and by the time I get it over to the table, I’m out of breath and sweating like I just ran a marathon. Discarding the blanket, I start to read the little book, but the words are swimming in front of my eyes, and nothing’s making sense. Wiping sweat from my brow, I go back to the living area where Glenn left several bottles of juice and water. I grab something, I don’t know what, and on weak legs make my way back to the library.

I relished a meal, relishing flavors and textures. I came back to my room after eating feeling pulled together and refreshed. I started brushing my hair and found something on the floor. I approached to recover it, and my heart leaped when I realized it was Adrian's blueprint. My heart pumped gently as I raised it, piqued and intrigued. I started to read it; my eyes scanned the pages as I absorbed the detail of the project.

Anna looked at him to spot any fear because anxiety was an expected expression. Brown on the other hand helplessly nodded and flinched to imitate the reactive expressions of feeling pain. Anna smirked and stroked his dick as the woman leaned in and spit mouthful over the tip. Brown felt her warm saliva dripping down from the cap of his cock towards the shaft. The certain sensation made him hot but also reminded him of the underlying upcoming feelings.