Strawberry Milk Aesthetic Novels & Stories

"This is called Starburst Fruit, Sister A said, the little rabbit likes to eat this kind of fruit the most, tried a few, just bite it hard, 50 juicy and delicious" Then, in the cold snort of the man, he put the starburst fruit between his breasts, shook his hands to support the two white breasts, squeered it hard, the fruit burst open instantly, and the juice splashed everywhere Su Nian Well, how about the big white rabbit eating fruit, the picture is. The sense of the picture is not only great, the color of the starburst fruit is varied, this is a white fruit, after being squeezed, it is like countless milk powder sprayed out, dripping down the nipple.

Having got my way, I sat on the bed and asked Cassandra to get me the earthen keg, which was among the things my maid had brought earlier. Though unwilling, the bitch had no choice but to obey. I bet in her heart, she'd cursed me a million times, but that was none of my business. With Jenna's head resting on my lap, I took the small keg, which contained a blend that looked like milk but smelled like strawberries. With the lid off, I then applied the substance onto her hair and massaged it in, making sure it saturated every strand and her scalp.

My cheeks heat up and subconsciously, my thighs press together. “Here I am,” I reply, breathless. Our gelato arrives, and I’m grateful for the minor distraction. My eyes widen as I pick mine up. Soft green, with fresh strawberry chunks. “Is this strawberry mint?! Oh my goodness Devon, have you been stalking me?” He doesn’t reply, the look in his eyes says all I need to know. I should be annoyed. A bit terrified maybe. I can’t even remember the last time I posted anything about my favorite flavors online or anywhere. I should be wary.

“Give me another reason.” “Because I want you close. Because I liked falling asleep with your strawberry scent at night.” Her mouth twitched. “Strawberry scent?” I bent down, pressing my face into the delicious spot where her throat met her shoulder, soaking in that sweet aroma before pressing a kiss on her skin. “Like a goddamn strawberry field. I don’t even like strawberries.” She giggled, twitching under my mouth. “Who doesn’t like strawberries?” “Me. They are false packages. They promise sweetness, but most of the time they are sour and watery.”

She says dismissively. I couldn’t help but feel giddy. Ice cream has a way of making everything feel better. I made a beeline to the stall we had passed by earlier, the one pressing their own waffle cones on hot irons. Their ice creams are proudly displayed behind the glass. Silky and glossy with vibrant colors. Milky white vanilla, pale green pistachio, blush pink rose water, deep purple blackberry, and a rich chocolate ice cream all lined up in a neat row behind the glass.

As soon as he arrived near the last fridge that displayed canned soft drinks, he saw her holding two bottles of milk, one was strawberry-flavored the other was chocolate, her eyes looking at it is brimming with happiness as if it were some ancient Chinese porcelain or artifact with significantly high value. "I love these!"

It went down easily, and I didn’t feel different. “Do you like it?” Alpha Nick seemed to know the answer already before I gave him one. “It is delicious. What is it?” I pulled the glass from my mouth and looked at the dark liquid. “Slow gin mixed with artificial strawberry sweetener.” I paused when he said strawberries. “So, there aren’t any real strawberries?” “No. It only tastes like it. Why?” He frowned. “She is allergic.” Axel responded, and my eyes widened in surprise at what he knew.

"Strawberry wine." "I taste like this?" she asked, giggling softly. He grasped his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes flashing in the firelight. "It reminds me of youth and innocence and warm summer nights." Her face clouded. "Innocence…" Mike's face flashed in her mind's eye. Whore!

He placed it on another table near my bar area, bowed then left. "Smells delicious!" Isla beamed and skipped over to the bar. She grabbed a bottle of milk from the fridge and plonked a chocolate-flavoured straw into the milk. As she took a sip, the milk changed colour and absorbed the flavour of the straw. I kept those specifically for when she came over for a visit. "What would you like to drink?" She asked and took a bite of pizza. "Just water please," I replied and grabbed a sausage. "You're honestly such a weirdo, so many great options and you choose water."

Looking at the mixed drink experiment glass, Edvard really didn’t want to drink it, he also questioning why she had the idea to pour tea into that strawberry and milk. While Edvard was busy with his judgement over the experiment drink without giving it a try, Lila smiled brightly at the glass of her experiment drink. Sniffing it first, then slowly sipping it. Lila liked it. She closed her eyes, savoring the flavor. When she opened her eyes again, a pair of curious eyes was studying her expression. “Is it good?” Asked Edvard. “Sorry, no spoiler alert.” Lila smirked, straightening up in her seat. “Try it, don’t be a chicken.”