Slippery T Novels & Stories

"Are you the owner of the vehicle with the license plate STO 123? A gas tanker collided with it on Goodrich Avenue and exploded. We found a body inside. We need you to identify it." All the color drained from Samuel's face. His phone slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.

“Did you see that, James? It went in!” She came skipping toward him, ponytail bouncing, tennis skirt flaring. James forced a smile, but his eyes betrayed him, sliding down her long legs glistening with sun-kissed sweat, then lingering on the curve of her thighs where the skirt ended. He rose reluctantly, grabbed a club, and positioned his ball. A quick swing sent it arcing wide, missing the hole by a mile. Lila burst into laughter, her melodic voice dripping with amusement. “You’re so bad at this, James.”

I pinch the side of them, rubbing them with my thumb and index finger. It feels like leather. They're midnight blue, lined with white straps that look like the colour of clear white clouds. They’re beautiful. My gaze follows the intricate patterns on both slipper legs, and subconsciously my fingers do too, grazing over them. The shoe crafter that made this must have used rare materials and spent a lot of time in making them. I mean, I may not be familiar with... slippers or shoes but I can tell, these look... ... expensive.

Her breath stuttered when his fingers glided down her waist, slipping beneath the edge of her silk slip. The coolness of his touch contrasted with the slow burn spreading across her skin. She shivered, her body instinctively leaning into him. Her lips parted, a soundless gasp trembling at the back of her throat.

I felt hіѕ hаnd slip bеlоw thе ѕhееt, іt lightly ѕwерt down mу bоdу, then ѕtорреd to ѕtrоkе me іn thаt ѕресіаl рlасе. I mоаnеd ѕоftlу wіth each mоvеmеnt hе made, hіѕ fingers began tо totally undо mе. Mу eyes rolled bасk thе mоmеnt thеу ѕlірреd inside.

Additionally, it was wet and slippery due to her overflowing juices. "Hmphhhhh," a whimper of pleasure left her mouth as her finger travelled down and stopped right on top of her entrance. For a moment, she wanted to stop, but the next second, when the image of that big, chocolaty dick came into her mind, she inserted her finger inside her dripping pussy.

I need you so much. Moaning in agreement, he continued to devour her pussy like a starving man, licking and sucking every inch of her sensitive flesh as only he knew how to do, pushing her to the brink of an orgasm as her pussy chewed his tongue and her clit. she shuddered under the wild caresses of long, soft fingers. Finally, when those same skilled fingers dipped inside her narrow slit, Missy came hard, her cries of pure pleasure drowning out the sound of a drawer being opened, until she felt her ass suddenly wet with something cold, slimy and incredibly cold. slippery she knew all too well.

possessive. "Who did the surgery?" she asked. "Dr. Aris at Cedars." "He’s a butcher," she said flatly. "He left too much scar tissue in the lateral compartment. No wonder you’re limping." She leaned over me, her chest nearly brushing my shoulder as she reached for my hip. I could smell the peppermint on her breath. I could see the pulse jumping in the hollow of her throat. "Relax, Mr. Slater," she whispered, her hands sliding dangerously high up my inner thigh.

she purred. Lily let out a small, wild, and frantic groan as she called for his name. With excruciating slowness, Rhye's fingers worked their way downward. She felt one finger slide into her, then another. They began gently stroking in and out, curling at the tips to catch her g-spot with each movement she wailed. She withered around him. Lily shifted her hips to match his movements, pressing up against his fingers. He began to accelerate further until she let out a long, drawn-out sigh of delight. He noticed a smile, white teeth piercing the soft darkness as her moan echoed through the pub.

The distinct slippery nature of her heat is easy to tell apart from the soapy water, and I am momentarily distracted by the expert roll of her hips and bouncing of perfect, slippery, pink tits. Her flattened belly shudders as she rises up, bringing her entrance as close as she can dare to the head of my erection and her pussy squelches, sucking in water instead. Her eyes light up in flames. My hips jerk involuntarily, a reflexive thrust forward as my cock stands rigid, painfully so. She raises a leg, sliding it up my chest until it hooks over my shoulder. "What day is it?" "Hmm?" I groan at the sight of my cock slipping inside of her.