Roxy Comic Novels & Stories

Back to work 3 "Ouch, Lia..." Roxy complained but smiled. Because she's pointing at the tuxedo that she sketches, and her friend's index finger is pointing at the part in the middle of the manhood. "Lia. Is that thing really good? I'm just curious because, you know, no man has already popped my cherry yet." There was a grumble in her friend's voice. "Hey. Don't you have any shame, Roxy Barbara? Where did you learn that shit, hmmm...?" Lia said frowning.

For some reason, his heart clenched, and he added, "She doesn't handle alcohol well. If she starts making a scene later, it'll disturb the other guests, and it'll embarrass you, too. You understand, right, Stella?" Ordinarily, I would've kicked up a fuss by now. But this time, I simply smiled. "Of course. Drive safe." Bryan frowned. It looked like he had more to say, but at the very next second, Roxy collapsed into his arms and draped herself all over him. With her cheek pressed against his neck, she said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Let's go, Mr. Sable… My body's burning up… I want you so badly…"