Ssbbw Ebony Novels & Stories

Connor continued lapping at her pussy as she gushed more slick for them. "Get her pussy nice and ready for me, brother," Callum groaned, tugging at her nipples with his teeth. "Bite me, lick me everywhere..." Ebony moaned and panted before coming on Connor's face. "Fuck," Hazel muttered as she watched them. The sight of Ebony squirming and sighing made her clit tingle. She felt tempted to open the mindlink to Simon and tell him what she was up to. 'Would he be mad? Nah, he wouldn't care.' She told herself before trailing her hand between her legs.

"I'm accepting you, Ebony. You're my one and only mate. There's nothing to be afraid of, so... please stop crying." As Ebony stares at me in disbelief, I can see the gears turning in her head in real time. It makes me crack a smile, funny enough. Ebony finally speaks. "W-why are you doing this?" Her voice is like the sweetest song to my ears. "I-I'm not good enough to be your mate... l-let alone the Luna. S-so why... why are you accepting me? I-I don't understand..." I take her hands carefully and look into her eyes, which shimmer like violet gemstones in the moonlight.

The next day, I went to the jewelry store to pick a return gift for Ebony's bracelet. I remembered that Ebony's beast form was a black snake with green pupils, so I picked a pair of snake-shaped cufflinks with emerald eyes. Even now, I thought to myself that since the Serpentskins had money and influence in space, what was there to be upset about?

“Sabrina, there are surprisingly a few girls in the company who are younger than me that also want the small black chest box Aino bought for me. You know what they say, right?” Yvonne’s tone was too excited. Because of her excitement, she did not hear the sadness in Sabrina’s tone. Sabrina also did not want Yvonne to worry about her, so she forced a smile and said, “They have a good eye!” “That’s right!” Yvonne said proudly. “Sabrina, I didn’t know without checking. I can only blame myself for being poor. I checked for some relevant information after I got home yesterday. Then, and only then, did I learn how valuable this small black chest box was. Star Island’s black ebony is a hundred time

Alyssa gazes at me with the ghost of hope on her face – a look which I had been slowly killing throughout the past hour. Guilt slams into me. Then frustration. Why can’t I just like her? Mateo didn’t lie – she’s gorgeous. And sweet! She’s the perfect girl, and yet all I can do is compare her to my unfortunately straight friend. Where Alyssa has long, light brown curls, Mateo has short, edgy, dark strands that are soft to the touch. Where she’s small and petite, Mateo is tall with a booming personality that fills up the entire room, making it impossible to look away. Alyssa is soft, delicate, like a flower in bloom, and Mateo is so, so gentle with me in the quiet moments.

His smile showed double rows of teeth. “No . . . ” The Julian-Thing mounted her, enfolding the woman in its ancient, fire-blackened wretchedness, penetrating her. Sydney began to scream: sheer, bloodcurdling cries which eventually gave way to primal sounds, bestial grunts and moans as she widened her legs. After, the screaming came again. ***

Amberleigh raised a toast and clinked her glass to Ebony’s. Ebony was an aerialist who also worked The Circus Room. And the girl was gorgeous, with gleaming dark skin, springy, tight curls, cheekbones sharp enough to cut, perky pear- shaped breasts that could poke your eye out, and long legs that seemed to never end. Amber envied more than one feature on the dark Goddesses’ body and she had seen them all. And had tasted many.

Tayson licked his plump lower lip, trying to cast the right words before speaking, "Because I want Ebony." A peculiar silence lingered followed by a derisive chuckle that erupted in the room. "You are talking as if Ebony is a piece of cake. Sorry to break it to you, Mr Tayson, but Ebony is a worldwide artist working with our rival company. No one knows, who he or she is, where that person is, honestly why would Ebony work with us? And why do you think Ebony is a woman?" The other men nod in approval, sputtering a small yes. Tayson peered straight at his father to check whether his idea sounds rubbish to him as well, but to his surprise, his father seemed to be anticipating something from him

Wearing light pink and black high-waist paper bag shorts romper, black gladiator sandals, and wearing her freshly blow-dried dark brown hair in a top bun and her gold earrings the sun reflects off of Imani’s caramel complexion she enters the room of course turning the heads of most of the funky males in our class. Oh, and let’s not forget Ebony, who’s wearing her signature round-the-way girl box braids half up and down with her wearing a yellow sundress that looks to die for on her ebony complexion along with white sandals. All the wolves fall at her feet too with her 5 ‘8 height and legs for days looking the part of a model.

Oh, so you wanna play hard to get, I thought to myself with a smirk. I look down her body, medium perky breasts rested on her bodycon black dress. A small waist, thick, juicy ass. She was not very tall either and had long black hair I couldn't wait to pull on and those juicy thick thighs I could already imagine diving in between. "Put her drinks on my tab," I said to the bartender who handed her a dry martini "No, I've got it," she says to the bartender. "I insist," I said turning to her. Flashing her my panty dropping smile that always had the ladies on their knees, sucking on my dick.