Shoto Hot Novels & Stories

Ben and James called Miss pretty Stella behind the boss’s back that… Fist Fist Fist… as she had given their boss 3 punches up till now and still counting. Ben read the dialogues again and then nodded in agreement. Most Americans and people who had never been to Thailand might not know ‘Sato’ and got their head spun because of it… But not James and Ben, they had been there and done it! Sato was Thai Rice Wine, the tastes and the strength of alcohol were various, depending on regions and who made it. So, in this case, if they weren’t wrong. Sato who was on Sam’s F******k, she’d got to be…Miss Fist Fist Fist!

He inclined his head toward the bottle of beer. "That looks good." He shifted his gaze to Sophia. "Got another one under there somewhere?" "Coming right up." Sophia pulled one from the cooler and placed it in front of him, doing her thing with the napkin again. Mr. Sexpot lifted it to his lips, tilted his head, and took a long swallow. Kristin couldn't help staring at the play of muscles in his throat. God! How long since she'd been with a man? Too long, if she was ready to jump a stranger five seconds after laying eyes on him.

Garamba moves forward to the barrier, “I know what they want but it will be more fun if they tell me as if I have no idea what they are here for.” Gwanhoya follows her and the two go through the barrier to meet the prophet of the snake god. Immediately after laying his eyes on them approaches to meet them half way. “Blessed be the queen of the Dark forest!” Shato shouts getting closer to them. “To what do I owe the displeasure of your visit, Shato!” “How rude! But it was greatly expected!” he breathes heavily, “I am here to take what belongs to us!” “And what can that be? I do not recall me having something that is yours.”

He traced the outline with the tip of his tongue before growling, "Come now, Rachel. Right now." His arm wrapped around her and his hand slid down between her thighs, seeking and finding her swollen clit, pinching it just enough to send her flying over the edge. As her climax exploded, Gabe shouted her name, pushed hard into her rectum and held himself rigid as his cock pulsed again and again inside its latex sheath.

Brooklyn laughed and Alice guided Brooklyn through Sasha's house and up to her bedroom. "Ah, last but not least!" Sasha called. "Dump your shit by the bed, and have another shot, girl!" "I have a feeling tonight is going to be messy," Brooklyn chuckled and placed her bags on the ground. "What else would you expect from these two?" Violet laughed and pointed to Sasha and Alice. "Shut up and drink," Sasha said and handed Violet a shot. "And you, Miss I Secretly Love Harry But I Won't Admit It." "I am not in love with him!" Brooklyn gasped as Sasha handed her a shot with a smirk.

It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.

A shadow of what she has lived through, of what she has accepted. I shower, the hot water temporarily soothing the aches. But it can do nothing against the mark. Nothing against the memory of his hands on me. As the soap glides over my skin, I relive every scene. Every order. Every submission. A strange heat, familiar and shameful, begins to smolder in my lower belly. My body remembers, it does. It remembers the pleasure born from pain, the freedom found in surrender. Suddenly, my phone vibrates on the sink.