Slim Thicc の小説・ストーリー

“Alright, alright. You win.” I slid into the seat on my own, muttering something about medieval chivalry under my breath. Knowing fully well that, that gesture was enough to make me squeal like a fucking teenager. He shut my door gently before walking around to the driver’s side. And a second later, the car hummed to life, and soft music started playing from one of the popular boy bands I happened to like. They were called Shamrock and their cool, calm beats always appealed to me. The campus lights blurred past as we drove.

I take a look at myself in the mirror after trying it on and know it's made for me. We had gotten ready at my place because Clarissa was in the school dormitory and had a room mate who had her boyfriend over. Clarissa has my dark hair curled, and now it falls in loose waves down my back. She, on the other hand is stunning in a black skin-tight dress with her almost non existent boobs spilling out and a thigh-high slit. She rocks the slutty look to perfection.

I stretched my legs and a moan escaped my lips due to how comfortable it felt. I immediately covered my mouth in embarrassment and peeked at Sebastian who soon released a loud chuckle, making me blush in embarrassment. Taking a good look at his features, I realized he was one handsome fellow but he was nothing like the Greek god who beat me to this state. Sebastian was like the other version of Devon, hmm, I like the feel of his n...Sh*t, nevermind. Sebastian had a friendly temperament making anyone feel comfortable with him on first encounter. It was unlike that of Devon who had the aura of 'Don't come closer if you wish to keep living'.

There are two sides to every story, but everyone only listens to the heroines. Maybe that’s why I hated fairy tales growing up. My name is Ava Prescott. I’m the girl everyone loves to hate but secretly wants to be. I was from one of the richest families in Rivers City, captain of the cheer team, spoiled, popular, influential, worshipped, and dating the captain of our school hockey team, well, until the so-called heroine snatched my man and made me the butt of everyone’s joke. Well, it's not too late for me. I am Ava Prescott. I never lose. Maybe that’s why when Zane, captain of our sworn rival hockey team, dangled a juicy bait in front of me, I was quick to bite. How better to get back at my

Two pack guys at the next table are leaning in, their voices low, but wolf ears catch every syllable. “…ceremony’s locked,” one says, smirking into his beer. “Aiden’s rejecting the Thorne reject right on the stage. Full pack audience. Lola’s idea—make it public, make it hurt so she never shows her face in Silver Ridge again.” The other one snorts. “Girl’s got no spine. She will probably cry and run. Like she always does.” My grip tightens on the glass. ‘Like she always does.’ They don’t know I’m listening. They don’t know I’ve heard versions of this plan in three different lifetimes. It’s always the same trigger.

"Just look at him. First spreading his legs for the boss, then for the clients. I just can't imagine what it's like being as slutty as he is!" "Are all homosexuals just like Brandon? Or is he just one of his kind? Tsk, he's such a shameless slut. He remained loyal and never said a word, even when Mr. Grayson treated him like shit and made him sleep with the clients! He must enjoy it, so he deserves this. Such a slut!" "He's the epitome of what it's like being a bootlicking lapdog." "Doesn't he have any self-respect? Even if he likes the boss that much, he should preserve some dignity!"

“No doubt. Review: Thickest by far. My jaw gets tired but it feels so full. The veins are really prominent—I can feel them pulsing on my tongue. You leak less but your precum is sweeter.” More cheers. Tyler laughed triumphantly. “See? Thickness wins.” While she waited for the next, hands were everywhere. Fingers rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles. Someone poured a little cool water from a bottle over her breasts, making her gasp as it ran down her body. Then a series of sharp spanks rained down on her ass until it glowed hot and red. The third cock was big—very big. She recognized the girth and the way it demanded attention immediately.

"Next session is in seven days." She's out the door before he can add anything else. In the corridor, Lisa is waiting. "He didn't throw you out." "It went fine." Mia glances through the door's narrow window. Inside, Elias is examining the tape job on his shoulder, head bent, expression unreadable. She flexes her fingers quietly. His muscle density is, frankly, extraordinary—she'd had to work three times as hard as a standard session just to get purchase on the tissue. Her wrists are already filing a formal complaint.

Not in the way the press means when they talk about his size, not as spectacle or intimidation, but in the way his body seems to exceed the logic of the space meant to hold it, like the hallway itself has underestimated what it would mean to contain that much heat, that much muscle, that much barely restrained force stripped of pads and context and armor. He’s shirtless, skin still flushed from exertion, heat rolling off him in a way that I can feel without even touching. His chest is broad to the point of near-impossibility, peppered with black hair, muscles layered thick and dense, rising and falling with breaths that haven’t settled yet. Veins stand out along his arms and neck, dark and p