Novel & Cerita Smut One Shots

His one arm tightly enveloping my body. Arthur smash his hand hard into the side of the cupboard retrieving a gun from inside the splintered wood. Arthur's reaction to the man rounding the counter is psyche, inevitable. He fire straight at the man with sharp precise three-round bursts that send the man falling to the ground. The other guy reach for Arthur's gun, but Arthur roll his hands down and away, making a quick swirl then his feet meeting the man's face. His head turn to the side from the kick and with a small snap of Arthur's hands around his neck he fall to the ground. Motionless.

Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit. "Fuck...Sandra.." His hips jerked. "Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up." "I want you bare," I said, voice raw. "Want to feel every inch stretch me open." He froze for a second. Then nodded. "I'm clean. Tested last month. You?" "Clean. On the pill." I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me raw, Damon. Fill me up." A guttural sound tore from his throat.

“You ain't the one who instigated Emily to invade the restaurant and point a gun at us. The gun was fully loaded with bullets and if she had tried to use the trigger push, both of us would be dead by now!” “I thought you said she can only use a bullet in the restaurant. If she can use a bullet, how would it be both of us that would be dead?” I asked carefully. I was derailing from the real issue but I didn't mind. I knew it would be fine at the end. “I was only bluffing!” Smith exclaimed. He took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. “But after taking a deeper thought on this, I think she would only be able to use one bullet! There are several reasons to back up my claim!”

If she didn't know where I was from before, she certainly had a clue now. “Don't bet, handsome. You'll lose,” she retorted, her smirk widening as she met my gaze. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the fourth stick of weed I had recently gotten from someone around here. “Do you wanna smoke?” I offered, extending the blunt toward her. She nodded. Nina’s eyes were curious as she accepted the offering. I watched as she took long drags, the smoke curling around her like a mysterious veil. With each puff, her gaze remained fixed on me until she finally handed the blunt back to me.

Jake smugly announced. “Fuck shit! This is so hard; I’m fucking cumming for you Jake! Oh God, this is going to be a big one!” And it was. Both of them combined their juices inside one another and moaned piercingly loudly. But Jake wasn’t done yet. He wanted to lap it all up. “Now you hot bitch, you keep cumming for me, so I can taste your sweet slit juices!” “Oh shut up you two!” Zack unexpectedly shouted “You’re worse than a p**n movie!”

“So… pro tip: volunteering smart beats being shoved into ‘One Bullet.’” The stall for ONE BULLET was… unsettling. A single, gleaming pistol rested under a glass dome, spotlit. Next to it, a target that was just a stylized human silhouette. The tagline flashed: ONE SHOT. ONE KILL. ONE WINNER. ALL LOSERS ERASED. My stomach clenched. “No,” I said. “Not that one. Ever.” “Agreed,” Corvin said. He turned slowly, taking in the rest of the menu with narrowed eyes.

Smith announced producing his Colt pistol again from his hostler and resumed the shooting. "My last mag" Austin said inserting a new mag in his SCAR rifle and balanced the butt back on his shoulder "They will eventually get in" Smith told us, "We gotta get the hell outta here" he added He might be right, I'm also down to my last mag with just 3 mags left for my Beretta 9mm pistol. we have hundreds of infected before us and I'm certain they will stop at nothing to make a feast of us. I could feel my heartbeat increasing.

I kicked off my shoes and climbed up onto my bed, pulling my knees tightly to my chest. I looked at the glass of blended fruit, and a bitter, self-deprecating laugh escaped my lips. I knew right then that it would definitely be pointless drinking the smoothie. My insomnia definitely wasn't a smoothie problem. It was an Easton problem. It was a thick, muscular, tattooed problem that no amount of blended tart cherries, kiwis, and bananas could ever solve.

Lupus couldn’t hold his anger back any longer. He had seen just how terrifying Harvey was after getting beaten up before. “Do it! Shoot him!” The disciples of the Smalt Sect chuckled coldly, stepping forward with firearms in hand. Bang, bang, bang! Before they could even do anything, Romina had already pulled the trigger. Her shots were very accurate; every single bullet pierced right through the disciples’ wrists. The firearms fall to the ground, and the impact of the bullets was so strong that they sent the disciples flying. It was a wretched sight.

He can't even count how many times he read it. There was nothing special about it. But his heart was making it special for him. He took a deep drag of the cigarette and made the rings with the smoke. They soon dissolved in the air. Sebastian finally put the phone away and grabbed the glass containing whisky from the table and started sipping on the cold liquid.