Novel & Cerita Smoker X Reader

The wet heat, the glide of her lips, the little flicks of her tongue, fuck, I could’ve stayed there with my eyes shut, letting her worship my cock forever. But then I felt her smirk against me. A smug little curve of her mouth even with my cock choking her. My eyes snapped open. “Don’t tell me this is it,” she purred wickedly “I don’t feel sufficiently punished. I’ve been such a bad girl, Viktor… surely I deserve more than this soft handling.” My heart kicked like a fucking hammer. The image of her looking up at me, her face smeared with cum and split with a sinful grin made the predator inside me stall.

smoker 一 It was so safe. Although, apparently, he regretted saying that last. Smoker 一 Smoker? 一 I know I shouldn't have asked but I'm something curious. He tenses a little and drops on the grass. Sí Yes, she smokes. And that's why when he does it I get Hillary out of there. Responde Answer. Now I feel guilty for asking. I am very curious. Gossip I would say. Oh Oh, I didn't want to ask ... 一 I stop dead. No Don't worry se Sit down again and look at me. Haré I will do my best to have Hillary and you. Tell me, Fabiana, you, do you want to be with me? What if I want? Oh God, that is not asked. Obviously yes. But, as I am a decent lady, I will wait until he ends with the crazy woman. Claro Of

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His chest seemed to glisten with a light sheen of sweat as he pumped into his hand. “Rene, I’m so close.” After a minute, he grunted as cum shot onto his stomach and chest in thick streams. I wanted to lick it off, slurping and savoring the taste. I wondered how Remy would feel inside my pussy. In my mouth. In my ass. “Next time, I’m coming in that pretty mouth of yours,” he said, as if he’d read my mind. He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen.

“Second, I don’t think the other seaman would appreciate you reading spicy books.” “They might borrow them.” He trailed the tip of his tongue from one nipple to the other. “And third, you don’t have any tentacles, horns or a tail.” She could only grin at his confused look. “I’ve been reading monster smut.” “That’s really a thing?” he asked with a grin thinking that she was bullshitting him. “Yeah.” She grinned back at him. “I was reading some reverse harem for a while and let me say, Bunny is a lucky woman.”

She came hard, trembling against the bookshelves, her moans swallowed by my lips while I kept fingering her through every wave, drawing it out until she was a shaky, dripping mess. I pulled my fingers out slowly, brought them to my lips, and licked them clean while she watched with wide, dazed eyes. “See?” I whispere d, smiling. “I told you I’d handle it.”

Christiano pointed out "Even his dimples." I went red. "Geez, I was bored." I blushed "You were reading my books too." Xavier picked up the top book from the pile I had read on the table "Werewolves, romance, fantasy....have you read all of these?" I nodded. Xavier shook his head. "Bookworm." he teased me "Am not." I frowned at him folding my hands "Yes you are spitfire." he leaned on the table and folded his arms too "No I'm....spitfire?"

This book has stalker and captive themes. Sex scenes are consensual and with participants over 18+. Do not read if triggered. Jake She was made to suck my cock. She just didn’t know it yet. The moment I saw her, my hand reached into my jacket pocket, pulling out the tattered cigarettes. When I touched one to my lips, it would have only been fair if it had burst into flame without any heat. The concrete cool against my shoulder, I took the first drag, my eyes never leaving her as she bounded down to the platform, lugging a suitcase almost as big as she was behind her.

he said, his voice rough. He pulled her wet shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra was next. He unhooked it with one hand and threw it away. Her breasts spilled free, nipples tight and sensitive. Jake lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the hard peak. Mira gasped and arched her back. The sensation shot straight down to her pussy. She felt herself getting wetter, her panties already soaked from more than just the rain.

The crickets chirped softly and I crushed anyone that my boot caught. He was standing outside, covered in smoke. I looked at him wryly, my eyes narrowing and I walked closer. I slid my hands into his coat and grabbed a cigarette and a lighter. The lighter clicked and I burned the paper softly and released the smoke into the air. “You called me?” I raised an eyebrow, my cigarette hung by the corners of my lips. He looked at me softly and didn't speak, instead, he blew the smoke into my face. My stomach rumbled with flutters and tinglings and I hate to feel this way, or maybe, I don't want to admit that I enjoy this feeling with the man I'll kill soon.