Novel & Cerita Steamy Comics

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Funny, it's the best medicine for a hangover. Her round breasts are moving up and down with her heavy breath intake. Sandro is enjoying licking her sweet cream seeping out from her p*ssy, making Demie cries out of pleasure. As Demie is nearing her zenith, Sandro suddenly stopped. Breathlessly, she looked at Sandro and she saw his chin and near his lips covered with her juices. He suddenly stands up, so Demie sees that Sandro isn't wearing anything either. Her mouth agape at how hard he is.

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“Don’t stop, slut. You’re almost there. Make us come too.” My hands obey even when my body is too weak, pumping them both with messy strokes. They groan, hips jerking. “Yes, keep going—” “She’s so perfect—” Hot streams spill across my breasts, my chest, my throat. I gasp as cum paints my skin, dripping down between my tits, streaking over my collarbone. Another pulse splatters against my lips, hot and salty. I lick it instinctively, moaning around the taste. The room fills with groans. My body is a mess—soaked, dripping and painted in their release.

"Easton, get your butt over here. Your brother is ready for school." "Yes, Mommy!" I beamed, rushing downstairs, taking the stairs two at a time. My backpack felt heavy pressed on my back, but I didn't mind it. I had stuffed my backpack with a lot of comics I wanted to share with Ilay and I can't wait to secretly dump them in his locker during lunchtime. Apparently, I noticed that Ilay loved reading comics during lunchtime and I had spent all night digging out my old comics. I couldn't wait to see him read my favourite comics at lunch.

Slippery wet fucking pussy. I don’t know what I love more, the sound of a went cunt when you’re ramming into it or just the feeling of being inside. Either way, my Favorite thing to do is fucking. Even better if it’s with a screamer like this one. I smirked at the sight of her messy hair and jiggling tits. “Don’t stop, Callum. Please” Her voice was so low, my ears could barely pick them up.

I wаntеd tо fееl hіѕ hot сum fіll mе uр. "Cоmе оn bаbу," I coaxed. "That's it, fuсk mе, fuсk уоur рuѕѕу, сum in mе. Fill mе uр. God thаt fееlѕ gооd, fuсk уеѕ, yes, oh fuck, уеѕ.."

I came hard within minutes, gushing around his fingers, thighs shaking so badly he had to hold me up with one strong arm around my waist. He stood slowly, wiped his glistening mouth with the back of his hand, and freed his cock from his jeans. Jesus. Fucking. Christ. It was even better than every filthy glimpse I’d stolen over the years—thick, long, heavily veined, the head already dark purple and leaking a thick bead of pre-cum. A silver piercing glinted through the tip, the kind that would drag against every sensitive place inside me. He stroked himself once, twice, smearing the pre-cum over the metal until it shone.

The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam. He leaned in, nose grazing my hair, inhaling deep. "You smell... fuck, so good." Words accidental, but they ignited. I turned my head, lips brushing his jaw soft, unintended. His hand settled on my waist, fingers splaying over the bare skin where tank met shorts, burning through me. "Jax... we can't. Mia..." But my body arched subtle, traitorous, the ache between my thighs growing insistent. He groaned low, forehead pressing to mine, shifting his hips and there it was, the hard length in his shorts pressing against my hip, thick and unyielding.

He says and I nod still as I continue to gather my still scattered wits. “So I’m guessing you’re the owner of Sizzle and Steam right?” he asks and I nod “Just you alone? Because you mentioned a partner?” he prods and I shake my head “I own fifty percent of Sizzle and Steam. Cameron my partner owns the other fifty percent.” I explain.