Squidward Thighs Novels & Stories

I gritted out through clenched teeth, my fingers gripping the cool quartz counter behind my back so hard my knuckles turned pale. Instead of pulling away, Adrian deliberately reached down, sliding his hand up the side of my leg. I was wearing a pair of soft, loose athletic shorts, and his long fingers slid effortlessly under the thin fabric. His hot, rough palm grasped the bare skin of my inner thigh, his thumb digging firm into the muscle.

Long, about eight and a half inches, with that upward curve and a throbbing vein underneath. "Fuck, it's beautiful," I breathed, leaning in to lick the bead away, savoring the salty tang as his thighs tensed, a sharp hiss escaping him. "Mmm, so thick. Gonna hit my throat just right." I took him deep, lips stretching, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked, spit dripping messy down my chin.

but then Vidarr flicks his entrance with his tongue before plunging it inside again…Deep! A scream scatters in Soral's throat as goosebumps spread throughout his skin. It feels too good! A pleasure this great should not be allowed. He shuts his mouth with the back of his palm, drawing his knees closer, but this action earns him a glare from Vidarr and then__ Slap…! “Arrrrrgh!” The sharp stinging pain on his thighs feels very close to his scrotum. He meets Vidarr's gaze, it hadn't been a mistake.

I could not look away from the turgid length that he held. I had only seen one in illustrations and the one that the young apprentice had, but what Mr. Thomas had was like nothing I had seen before. The length and width were as if it was abnormal. There are no words to describe how thick and long it appeared to be. He watched my expression and I could only look with shock in return. The end was almost the like of a doorknob only deep purple in appearance and it was leaking fluid at an alarming rate. I watched as he lowered down to me and felt him try to move it between my legs.

Chapter 4 “Wha? div you sway sumfin?” Enkeli’s mouth was stuffed with the lobster meat she was eating so she was barely audible. Moreover, the sides of her mouth were puffed out resembling that of a squirrel. Shedim suddenly had an unnatural urge to squeeze her cheeks. His hand reached out only slightly before retreating once again. He cleared his throat, embarrassed by what he was just about to do. He was grateful that he hadn’t gone and done it.

I hugged him and he hugged me back. "wow... you look hot", Sid said. I was disappointed so I continued, "just hot... how about a better comment, like sizzling hot or something?", I said. Sid smiled and shoved my statement off and replied, "whatever, I liked it when you wore a hoodie. Also, pull up your buttons, your cleavage is visible", Sid said. That was definitely rude. I wasn't expecting this. What, is Sid a gay or something that he is not interested in checking out my cleavage. Oh yes, i remembered... I have bruises all over and that might be making him uncomfortable. I sighed out loud and pulled up my buttons.

Thank God his table is big so Scott can't see me. I lean over his leg to search for it. Aha! The thread is in the inner upper side of his upper leg. Gotcha! I brush my hand on his inner thigh which elicit a moan from Gideon? Or maybe he is clearing his throat again and I just thought he is moaning? I thug the thread repeatedly and I accidentally brush near his crotch but hey I got the thread remove. "Are you really alright sir? You got more flushed and you keep clearing your throat. Do you want me to call your doctor?"

Worse, I remembered the way I had screamed it, too. I walked into the kitchen, my feet dragging on the cold floor. Zeth was already there. He was standing by the stove, flipping eggs in a pan. He wasn't wearing a shirt. His back was toward me, showing off rows of hard, lean muscle that flexed every time he moved his arm. His skin was bronze and looked warm. I stopped in my tracks. I couldn't help it. I just stared at the way his shoulders moved, the V-shape of his back leading down to the waistband of his grey sweatpants.

My prostate was crushed flat against the invading limb. Fluid leaked in steady pulses—clear, thick, running down my thighs in rivulets. He made me move. Slow at first—pulling the arm out to the wrist, then shoving it back in to the shoulder. Each thrust made my whole torso jolt. My cock slapped against my stomach, untouched, spurting pre-cum in weak arcs. Then faster. The wet, sucking sound was deafening. My hole gaped wider with every withdrawal—pink, swollen, refusing to close.

Jackson said as he looked back at Thaddeus and laughed. He takes a closer look at Thaddeus, the way he's laying on the ground and his face scrunches up in disgust as he looks at Thaddeus. He looks at the awkward way. Thaddeus's legs are laying out beside him on the ground, and unable to move them. His legs had no muscle whatsoever, he thought they looked absolutely disgusting! "How gross!" Jackson says, his nose scrunching up. "How can you even fuck that?" Jackson says, pointing at Thaddeus as he looks back at Aiden.