Savor Novels & Stories

I have missed this, hence I close my eyes to Savour the feel of his lips on mine, waiting for the warmth of his skin, to spread on mine, but, instead, dread sweeps In my every nerve, hearing the words leaving his beautiful, lips. "Who is Giovanni?" ****************************** Hey, guys here is another update for Savour. I hope you guys loved it. Plz don't forget to Vote⭐ Comment and share. Love you guys.❤😄

“Good night Swan, you look very nice when you bathe... I mean... umm...” “Don't worry sir, I don't need your compliments.” Minutes later, some waiters leave in front of us a great selection of dishes among them sushi, ramen, sashimi, Kobe beef, and others. “Have you ever tried Sake?” Mr. Saito asks. “No,” Graziani and I reply in unison. “You should try it, it is exquisite,” we started to eat and throughout the whole dinner we were talking about the funniest personal stories, and the initial topic of the meeting was forgotten, I feel truly relaxed, I have never laughed so hard in my whole life.

“An exceptional harvest.” The draft truly registers as an elite pressing, but even as the liquid slides down my throat, the raw, slick taste of Rowan’s wet cunt completely permeates my sensory grid. It represents a primal flavor that has been permanently branded into my neural pathways. One that my internal wolf swears will function as the baseline metric for every alternative flavor that attempts to touch my palate for the remainder of my life cycle. It is distracting to my system, to state the absolute minimum.

His lips found the hollow of my hip bone and he kissed me there too. By the time his mouth reached my pussy, I was already wet. Already desperate for him. He looked up at me with this expression that was almost reverent. "Can I?" he asked. "Jesus Christ, yes," I breathed. He lowered his head and his tongue found me immediately. He was good. Fucking good. He knew exactly where to lick, exactly how much pressure to use. He was eating me like he actually cared about making me feel good, not like he was trying to get to the fucking part.

I gripped his shoulders tighter, my nails sinking into his flesh as I intensified my efforts, my body glistening with sweat, strands of my hair clinging to my face as the sound of squelching increased and the sound of skin slapping skin crescendoed. "Aa~ Aah... Daddy," "Hm?" He hummed in response, his gaze still locked with my lustful ones. "I....Aah, fuck... Daddy, I... Oh god, I love you, Daddy, for having such a mighty, sweet instrument...of pleasure. For letting me ride you to my heart's content. Aah... Aah...so fucking good..." "Such tasty dick... I can't believe such sweet, pleasurable dick is repeatedly impaling my vagina right now, filling me with overwhelming...aah... pleasure. Rock

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked down at Stephie. “Yes, sweetheart?” “Can I have an ice cream later?” I smiled softly. “Of course. What’s your favorite flavor?” “Chocolate!” I glanced at Savvy, who was busy adjusting the camera hanging from his neck. Glo mentioned that photography was his favorite hobby. “How about you, Savvy?” I asked. “I don’t like ice cream,” he replied flatly. “Liar,” Stephie chimed in. “His favorite is choco mint, Mommy! That’s such a weird flavor, right?”

Maybe he did. My muscles stiffened a bit, a predatory smile running across his lips. “I forgive you for keeping me waiting…” he paused, sniffing the air around. “You are drunk,” he noted, but continued anyway. He lifted me up, pressing me on the cold wall. My arms wrapped around his neck. He kissed my lips feverishly, and my breathing hitched, as if he was sucking my soul away.

It was a normal sunny morning and a young man in his school uniform turned back from the school gate with the intention of skipping class. Plugging the earphones on both sides he strolled downtown toward the city Library while grabbing a hot coffee on the way. “One hot Americano, no sugar” said the young man “One hot Americano, 100% sugar” a playful voice spoke from behind, catching his attention. He turned to see the familiar person without any manners. The individual responsible for his skipping class, causing him to endure the boring library on a Monday morning. “Eh, what a coincidence,” said the newcomer. “But to say a cute person like you drinks black coffee with no sugar. Such a rare s

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?

I frowned and he stepped back I opened the car and went in he also got in and we set out. I was immersed with the scenery and don't notice when we got to where we are going. "We are here ma...Skylar" "Ohhh!" I came down I saw the large signboard of the store It reads "Davince" I went in and noticed secretary Jack is following me "You don't have to follow me you know" "Boss said I should keep an eye on you" he replied I groaned " I'm fine I won't…. " I wasn't paying attention to where I was going