Sandy Cheeks Quotes Novels & Stories

She's just sweating, her cheeks have turned red, maybe the reason is alcohol. She places her jacket beside her, then turns to him, looking at him directly. She smiles sweetly and cups his face, pulling him closer. "Mr. Sweet baby, this worried look doesn't suit your handsome face," she pinches his cheeks, pulling them. "Wow! Look at your chubby cheeks! You look like a Mickey cartoon now! He-heh! Smile more, g-grinn!" My chubby cheeks? A Mickey cartoon? Lynn wonders whether he should laugh or cry at her.

- she says Sandy is older than me. She’s in her late forties and having a baby at this age is dangerous. I know she is not looking after money because she is filthy rich. Shit. Am I happy?

I retorted. A disheveled Sandra walked into the room. "Who cares if you aren't as established as the Apollo River? One day, you will take the world by storm. Then, people will speak of your name hushedly and revel in your beauty." "You are such a sweet talker, San," I squeezed her cheeks between my hands. "Ouch! Livia, release my precious cheeks." "Okay, chipmunk." I released her and began smothering her face with kisses.

Sandy averts her gaze from the door so she can look at me. “TELL ME!” I continue to make demands. “And it would seem like I have a more impatient person here with me as well.” She chuckles, placing a hand on her hips. “I really don’t know how to ask you this question without startling you.” “Just get straight to the point. Don’t worry about me.” “Okay. What do you think about Sheen?” “He’s a doofus, but smart. He’s a smart doofus.” I answer her, wondering why she’s asking me about Sheen.

Shit. Two bucks. That’ll buy a whole lot of nothing. Dumbass. Sandy wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and looked at him sideways, not exactly smiling, not exactly sneering, either. “Geez. Aren’t you all romantic and shit. You hoping for a piece of this? Buy the girl a Coke, give her a shoulder to cry on, maybe she’ll let you tag second base?” Bobby’s mouth opened and closed but he couldn’t speak. He didn’t know what was worse. Her jaded tone . . . or that maybe she wasn’t exactly wrong.

SANDY: “Do I look like I'm going to a funeral?” I asked Honora, sounding nervous. She nodded. “Yes, My Queen. But no worries. You're the most beautiful woman I know. But you have to add some smile, okay? Even if you're like this. So please, will you smile a bit? Are you even nervous right now?” “Yes,” I replied. There were so many unsaid worries in my head right now. Worries that I wanted to keep to myself.

Donald answered "You cannot be serious. I am not rich too. My mother and I are very poor. Hope you are fine now" Sandra said with a little smile on her face "You are very funny. I just like your sense of humor" Donald said smiling "Wow! Am happy I can do something you like. I love when you smile. You look cute when smiling" Sandra said with a very low voice with her mouth closely move to Donald's ears Donald became silent for a while before a teacher came in to interrupt their conversation.

“Sandra, please, keep your voice down.” She laughed way too loud. “Relax, nobody here knows what I’m talking about. You look awful, by the way.” “Wow. Thanks.” She shrugged, her grin widening. “I mean it with love. You’ve got that haunted, guilty, I-sinned-against-God look going on. It’s almost cinematic.” I shot her a glare. “Sandra…” “What? I’m just saying,” she teased, nudging me. “Did he text you? Did you go back to church yesterday?”

I tried to push the feeling back and that lasted for the moment. Sandy was really fucking herself now and intently sucking David's cock. She pulled her mouth away for a moment, rubbing the swollen head of his penis across her tongue and looking up where David's face would be. Then, she stopped and looked at me. "There's nothing like fucking your pussy and sucking on a big cock. It's so exciting. It's so… Oh, but I shouldn't be so selfish. It really is a great cock, Gretta." Then she looked back to David. "Go to her, David. Go to your sister. Go." Sandy pointed at me and waved at David. Suddenly, he lifted his leg off the sofa and turned towards the camera, walking right past it. His cock gli

The sight of three topless women, plus Sandy beside me, stirred something in my pants again. The women shouted various lewd comments at Sandy, asking how I had performed. I blushed, realizing the morning’s events had been preordained. Sandy held her hands about eight inches apart, then made a circle with her thumb and fingers. "Fat," she said, "and he knows how to use it." The others cheered. "I’m not sure what to say to that," I mumbled. "Be proud," Michelle told me. "Sandy has high standards." "We should ask... uh, what’s your name again?" Debbie asked.