Sonadow Lemon Novels & Stories

he said, pulling out a small pouch and handing it to me. As I unwrapped a piece and popped it into my mouth, the familiar tang of lemon exploded on my tongue. It tasted… like him. Like his lips, always faintly scented with lemon, intoxicatingly sweet. The memory of our kisses, the taste of his skin flooded back, igniting a fire within me and a canal desire. Heat suddenly surged through me, and I could feel my chest tightening. Fuck! How can lemon candies turn me on now? I’m slowly getting crazy.

Instantly Troy felt his erection spike harder and it made him suckle harder, clutch her closer. Groaning Juicy rocked her hips against the stiff cock pressing against her bottom—just a few bits of cloth away from being inside of her. With enthusiasm he rocked upward, meeting her halfway. The idea of what they were almost doing brought her over! Just the thought and she was climaxing and crying out in surprise.

***** Angelica: Oh my, I missed these sexy scenes Amber: Drink, Leo you need to calm down. Leo: #drowninginalcohol #imfurious #imsodissapointed

“Yes, baby, that’s it. I want you to scream my name whenever you cum. You don’t have any idea how lovely and damn, you are soooo fucking sexy right now.” Jayson lapped every drop of her cum and cleaned her up with his tongue riding her down from her orgasm. He wasn't aware he was using foul language himself, with all the increased and heightened libido that is almost to devour him completely.

Keatton loved the smell of his Daddy’s dick and loved the feeling every time his nose touches either the balls or the freshly grown pubes around it. Damon kissed the lips of Keaton’s pussy torridly. He loved it. He breathed and exhaled on it, allowing the innocent strawberry scent of Keatton’s pussy to sink into his nostrils and senses. Damon let go of the pussy and spat on it once more, and fingered it for the last time. It is warm inside, wet, liquidy, and tempting. Damon pulled his big chocolate dick inside his son’s throat.

He whispered. And God, I was feeling. My body trembled, caught in a storm I couldn’t control. I whimpered when I felt Leon’s tongue glide across the inside of my thigh, his fingers gripping my leg as he licked higher. My hips bucked, but Damon’s body held me still. “You smell of arousal,” Leon growled, his hot breath teasing my slick folds. “And fuck, do you taste sweet.” I gasped when his tongue flicked over my center. Slow at first, then deeper, then faster. I cried out again, the sound torn from my throat without permission.

"The horse has stopped." He gave a small start behind me. "Oh," he murmured. "I'm sorry." Then he reached down to the end of the saddle, his arm grazing my shoulder, and I smelled his skin for the first time that night. I felt all my resolutions fly out the window as I caught a whiff of a woody, earthy smell—the smell of pinecones in the fall, of wood chips in the summer and wet soil in the spring. The smell of my mate.

They were also completely free of any extra fat, and the gap between them was utterly tempting. I wanted nothing more than to spread them wide open. Leon brought up borrowing money again, making me feel conflicted. The sum he was asking for wasn't small. What if I lent it and never got it back? On the other hand, if I didn't lend the money, it'd make things awkward with Leon. I drank alone, lost in thought. In my daze, I noticed Maya's legs had parted slightly. As if the desire inside her had come rushing in like a flood, she rubbed her bottom against the chair, using that friction to fight the itch deep inside her.