Slit Mouth Woman Novels & Stories

, he asked. Immediately after he asked, my stomach growled in response before I could say anything, and that made Alexander smile. It was not a smirk, a mocking smile, a sinister smile, or an I-know-it-all smile. It was a genuine, heartwarming smile. He found my stomach growl funny, while I found it embarrassing. The smile faded in less than fifteen seconds, but at least there was progress. He had not held back from smiling, trying to press his lips together even when they tried to curl up, like he had done before. He did not maintain a straight and expressionless face like he normally did, or smirk like he was my evil superior who found more ways to demean me. So, yes, I liked that he smile

Dylan ignored everyone else as he approached, stopping in front of me and looking down at me as if I were beneath him. "What right do you have to stay here?" His tone was icy. "Every dollar this company makes is from people working themselves to the brink, except you. You rely on your looks and body to secure deals. It's pathetic." He laughed bitterly. "We've been married all these years, and somehow I never realized what kind of woman you really are." Then, he pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and slapped them in front of my face. The pictures spilled across the floor, showing me with various men—walking beside them or drinking together.

She excused herself to them and used the bathroom. Steven followed the woman with his sharp gaze as she walked away from his best friend. Even other men who she passes by, look at her. It was as if she was deliberately swaying her hips while walking. She wore a long maroon dress up to her heels. But the slit on the side has almost reached the middle of her thigh.

The woman smirked. “Suck,” the man ordered, and the woman did as she was told. She took him balls deep in her mouth before pulling him out with a pop. She drooled from the corner of her mouth. She wrapped her mouth around him once again. Her head swayed as she accelerated, drawing the man closer to the explosion. She pulled him out with another pop. As he chased his climax, the man’s eyes were tightly shut. “To the bed. Now.” He barked.

I like that about her. I see her studying people in various stages of undress engaging in a multitude of sexual activities. A man relaxes on his back as a woman takes the length of him in her mouth and another straddles his face, her ample tits spilling from her dress and a look of concentration and pleasure on her face.

The contrast would make her terrifying grin all the more shocking when she revealed it to the players. "I haven't looked this good in a long time…" The Slit-Mouthed Woman looked in the mirror and traced her cheeks. For the first time, her expression lit up with genuine confidence. In her wedding gown, with every detail of her makeup perfectly done, she exuded an undeniable presence—like a pale pink rose, delicate and pure at first glance, yet carrying hidden thorns that hinted at danger beneath the surface. As soon as she appeared, the live comments exploded. "Is that really the Slit-Mouthed Woman?"

His face… Sharp cheekbones. Clean jaw. A mouth that did not look friendly but made you wonder what it would feel like when he stopped talking. His eyes were blue. Beside him stood a tall blonde woman in a silver slip dress. I recognized her face after two seconds, a model I had seen a few times on YouTube, walking for brands that made women willing to give up carbs just to look elegantly miserable. Her name was probably Celeste. Or Celine. Or something that sounded expensive when whispered by a French photographer.

Nessie giggled and Knuckles glowered at him. “Oh, let the mon finish.” A regal woman dressed in silver and white smiled. Her long gray hair fell around her and her pale blue eyes held a glint of mischief. As she walked forward, the use of her white Shillelagh more for show, the long skirt moved revealing her to be barefoot. “I think that he should at least know what he’s saying.” Lollipop replied. “Say that to each other a lot?” the woman asked as she stopped next to him and held out her hand.

In response, the woman tells him; the guy earlier was her manager in the company. In this time, the wedding ceremony has successfully ended. To this, the woman and man are having a whale of time. Abd then, the mother of Michael has gladly congratulated to the woman. After to their conversation, they are going home happily. In the underground, Leah would really want to go out here. When she pulls the door. This is very unyielding. So, she makes up her mind to get a material to pull and push this object. Less than no time, the door is totally opened. Therefore, she is walking in the air.