Ssethtzeentach Face Novels & Stories

He stops right in front of me. Close. Very close. Too close. “Why are you moving away?” he asks softly. “Because you are doing THE FACE.” “What face?” “The… the K-drama male lead face.” “I’m not doing a face.” “You are absolutely doing a face.” “I’m standing normally.” “You’re standing MENACINGLY.” He tilts his head slightly. “And what if I am?” OH NO. OH NO NO NO. He’s doing it again. The Almost-Confession Face™.

She asked with a worried expression of her own. "Why not? I'm already driving, aren't I?" Seth asked her. They were on their way back to the house and he was driving them home in his car. "Did you see your face in the mirror?" Isabella asked him. Seth looked into the mirror overhead and grunted. His eyes were round and swollen. He also had dark circles surrounding the two eyes and there were bags sitting pretty under them. His cheeks were a little hollow and he could see his cheek bones. New hair growth decorated his jaw also. In other words, he looked terrible. He turned to look at the woman beside him who was laughing her head off at the look of horror on his face.

impressive over the holidays? He was beautiful-I had to admit it. Not just handsome, but beautiful in a way that made me uneasy. Masculine, but almost delicate. There was a mole on his thigh that made me wonder how many more were hidden… yet. Seth, shut up. For crying out loud, relax. My eyes darted back to his face, and there it was-a smug grin plastered across his lips. “Done eye-fucking me, Seth?” he asked, his voice oozing with sarcasm.

Seth's voice was expressively chilling as he spoke in a lazy drawl; his charming blue eyes were still fixated on me, waiting for my response. “But Seth—” Bella looked up at him, disappointed at the sudden change in plans. “Again, if you two don’t—” I tried to intervene, as these plans didn’t sit well with Bella. Seth swiftly cut in before I could conclude, “We do,” he said. Seth’s hidden smile vanished as his face changed into a frown as he asked me, “Or you don’t want us to, Mrs. Thatcher?" “I do, I just…” I exhaled, staring at him this time. Why am I the one being attacked here?

the man said in an upper-crust English accent, his bright smile gleaming in the muted light. "Thank you for welcoming us to your tent, Sheikh," Rolf said as Gretchen stepped forward, dropping to her knees before him as he leaned back, parting his robes to reveal a huge, thick black cock which Gretchen wrapped a hand around, then leaned over and took into her mouth. "These are the ones you mentioned?" Sheikh Hakeem asked, nobody paying any attention to Gretchen sucking his cock, Zach noting that she had no trouble taking all of it into her mouth.