Slippery T Novels & Stories

he said smiling. "I never doubted you for a second," I whispered. "So... since I wasn't here for your 16th birthday to make that come true..." he trailed off as we rounded the corner outside and a giant slip and slide came into view. There was ice cream all over that thing. "let's line it up people!" Ty shouted. Suddenly the people that were in the lunch room were lining up around the slip and slide, each holding a can. I looked closely and notice that some was whipped cream, while others had chocolate or caramel.

He wrapped his fingers around the base and gave one long, loose stroke from root to tip. Jesus. The slide was dry at first, almost rough, but that little slick at the head made it better. He did it again, slower this time, letting his thumb smear the wetness in lazy circles over the slit. His hips rolled up into his fist on instinct. Another low sound—more desperate this time.

she purred. Marcus stood and stripped off his boxers, his erection springing free. Sophia lay back and raised both feet, pressing her slick soles together around his shaft. The first glide was electric , warm, oily, impossibly soft. She started slow, sliding her feet up and down his length in perfect rhythm, her arches cupping him tightly while her toes teased the sensitive head.

I approached her as she handed me a Marc Jacobs Beauty Le Marc Lip Créme Lipstick. "Do you think it would look good on my skintone?" I asked as I looked at the shade name, it was in the shade Shush Blush. "Yes, look!" she exclaimed as she reached for the lipstick sample and swatched it on her wrist. It had a cream finish, a warm tone, and a medium plum color lipstick. I thought that would be wonderful for gradient lips, so I nodded and smiled at Zeiara, telling her that I thought it was nice.

“Mine.” With one final thrust, my body opens even wider as my pleasure explodes around us, briefly filling the room with bright, sparkling light. As we both come back into ourselves, Sly rests next to me, his body slowly melting back into his usual self. Something wet touches my thigh and I look down, startled. “Sly…” I reach down and find his condom has slipped off still partly inside of me, his cum staining the sheets and covering my sensitive parts. “Fuck!” Sly curses, pulling the rest of the now useless protection from my body.

I held my hand out, trying to reach for my slipper after it accidentally sipped off my feet when I was kicking the air out of anger. However, I wasn't able to catch it before it could land on Gordon. He was standing in a corner, talking with some male when the slipper landed straight on his head after flying up like an airplane due to the force it used to slip from my feet. “Ouch!” I heard him scream, his hand reaching for the spot on his head where the slipper hit. I think it might have landed too hard on him. He rubbed the spot and then turned to find out where the slipper magically came from.

Slіdіng іn аnd оut, thе wеtnеѕѕ building, bесоmіng more and mоrе slippery, occasionally рullіng her fіngеrѕ оut tо ѕtісk them in her mouth аnd suck off thе juісеѕ bеfоrе diving bасk in for mоrе. Shе stares directly аt mе whіlе ѕhе plays wіth hеrѕеlf, аѕ if dаrіng mе stand uр and tаkе соntrоl. But I don’t fall fоr thе trap. Instead, I juѕt start to play with mуѕеlf, рrераrіng my сосk for whаt’ѕ to соmе. “Don’t fuсkіng tоuсh yourself,” she ѕауѕ. “Just lеt іt sit there.”

Again he stopped. Lila was crying now — real tears of overwhelming need. Her entire body trembled within the black silk rope. Her pussy was visibly pulsing, clenching around nothing, slick and swollen and dripping onto the polished floor. The Shibari held her perfectly open, perfectly helpless. The cool glass against her nipples made them ache. The warm air kissed her exposed flesh. The scent of her own arousal mixed with Marcus’s expensive cologne and the metallic tang of rain.

I was about to tell her it wasn't a problem when I noticed the way she was walking. She was limping. Badly. My gaze dropped to her feet. Instead of the elegant heels she wore every day, she had on a pair of simple rubber slippers. "Nellie," I said, standing from my chair, "what happened to your leg?" She froze. For the briefest moment, panic flashed across her face. "Oh... it's nothing, sir." "It doesn't look like nothing." "I... I slipped on the staircase this morning." She answered too quickly.

She's so wet, it feels like a slip and slide. Holy fuck! Not very good on top? Where?