Santa Gojo Novels & Stories

I reached down and fingered my swollen and aching clit, nearly sobbing as the sensations crashed into one another, forcing me to cum over and over. Santa shouted to the ceiling, so loud in fact, I bet his reindeer shifted uneasily on the roof at the sound, and with one final thrust, filled me up with a full load of sweet Santa spooge. “Uhhhh,” he groaned as he withdrew. I collapsed and rolled to my back. Santa wiped at the beads of sweat along his hairline and exhaled a long, deep breath. His cheeks were extra rosy and his belly heaved from the exertion.

Mena was sweeping the floor while I wiped down the counters, her discomfort with my help painfully obvious, though I found it amusing. “Mr. Gojou doesn’t stay here often,” she replied, her words clipped. “He spends most of his time in Kobe, now that he’s no longer in charge.” I frowned, surprised. I hadn’t known Gojou had a home in Japan or that he stayed there frequently. His absence felt like another piece of the Morunaga puzzle falling into place, though the full picture remained frustratingly out of reach. I hesitated before asking about Suniza. Ryuu’s words from the previous night echoed in my mind. Selfish bitch. Not my mother. Those revelations had left more questions than answers, bu

"I'm sorry but I've been busy." Nico's gaze shifted to me and he looked back at Higan with a smile. "You finally brought someone? Is he the one keeping you busy?" "Hi," I greeted nervously. Nico leaned on the counter, his platinum blonde hair falling over his eyes slightly. "Hi. What's your name?" "Jamie." "Nice to meet you, Jamie. I'm glad that you're together with Hig. He sometimes wanders about like a lost soul with all his talk about not being able to love freely."

Inevitably, that sentence made Jo flinch. “What do you mean??” Jo wasn’t sure what Sarah had just said. Know Jo’s father from childhood? But there are no children other than him and Gemma in his father’s world.... Or maybe Jo didn’t know. “Girga Jonah often visited our residence. He is the one who gives us motivation, support, training, so that we can become Archturians.” “Enough, Sarah.” Nero, still in his haughty and stiff posture, told Sarah to keep her mouth shut. But Sarah wouldn’t stop.

Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!" Just then, a drunken Yves embraced me from behind, his wandering hands becoming restless. I reached out and turned the light on. The love bites on his neck were glaringly red and prominent. I held my phone to his face and coldly asked, "Is this what you meant by having things to do?" A flicker of panic flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by impatience. "You're even jealous over this? It's just a superior being empathetic toward a subordinate," he said.

I said nonchalantly and Nanny Agatha frowns, “Isn’t he too old to marry a young beautiful girl?” “No Nanny! Santa Clause is not old! He is young. He never gets old. He has told me.” After pausing for a minute I ask Nanny Agatha, “Tell me Nanny Agatha, if Santa grows old then why his pictures of this year shows the same Santa as few years back?”

She didn't know who it was but it was finally time to meet the person who has been gifting her Christmas for the past four years. Fourteen years old Year stood up and walked over to the board that she used to track her progress on finding her secret santa. She had been going block after block, apartment after apartment, house after house searching for a man that would fit the description for the last three years. Her town might not have been that big, but looking for a single man was like looking for a needel in a haysack. But she kept looking. And after three years she had two more houses left, assuming that the person does live in town. She ran out quickly and went to the first house but f

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

said Bailey. Jack said nothing, taking a step to the side. Sanko's enormous figure strode forward, staring Wilbur down. "Come with me." "Why should I? Who the hell do you think you are?" Wilbur said coldly. Jack sneered. "This is Sanko, one of the Mighty Tiger Gang's elite fighters. He's a cultivator. Do you think you'll be able to hold up against a cultivator?" "A cultivator, huh?" Wilbur smiled.

However, I really didn't have the strength to lift my heavy eyelids anymore. … The heart monitor flatlined, letting out an extended beep. I suddenly felt my body become lighter, and it felt as if I were flying. As my soul left my body, I caught sight of my own defeated expression. My abdominal cavity had been cut open, layer by layer, revealing an almost fully formed fetus that had been mutilated. There were stab wounds of varying depths all over my body. I was one of the best gynecologists in Golsing City, who had performed more than a thousand surgeries without making a single mistake.