Subaru Gluttony の小説・ストーリー

He placed that same cold kiss against my templew, this time I knew not to struggle. "I have a collection you know? Of my victims. Your husband's eyes will be my prize trophy. I havealways thought very highly of my cousin, so I cleared put a space just for him." He sounded like he was reminiscing of his childhood years, so jubilant and humorous. It was torturous, I had no other choice but to stand and listen to every gruesome tale he told. I could feel a piece of my heart shatter because of the negative thoughts that crossed my mind, what if Fabio was telling the truth?

40… 60... 80... 100. No, these were not the first, few attempts of a child or reminiscent adult at recapping all the multiples of 20; they were the sporadically rising miles per hour readings of the grey 1967 Maserati Ghibli, being driven by Giovanni Colpani, which was speeding down the road on a highway at a far end of the city, the part of town that 'belonged to' and was run by the Italian crime organization known as the Uomini Marrone.

" Gludox laughed at him, shook his head, and walked away from him on the platform. Gludox Portoni, also known as Gluttony, is a Triad member. He is a chef who owns and operates several restaurants across the country. In the Philippines, he lives alone. Aside from that, Luca knows very little about him. Yes, they are friends, but only because they are both close friends of Wregan Leath, their association's mastermind and leader. Though Wrath dislikes the term "leader," he told them that they are seven friends who don't need a leader because they work as one.

The evening sun dipped low as I prepared for dinner, the scent of roasting lamb filling the house. Richard and Jake would be home any minute, their voices already echoing in my mind—deep, commanding, full of that possessive hunger that made my core throb. But beneath my apron, Harlan's cum still lingered inside me, a sticky secret from this afternoon's romp. I'd showered, sure, but the faint ache in my pussy reminded me of his thick shaft stretching me wide, his grunts as he pumped me full. It turned me on, this double life, fucking them both while plotting more.

He scoffs. "Yesterday it was a Subaru, today it's a Toyota," he grumbles, adjusting the rearview mirror on the passenger side. "I hate these rental cars." "Thrifty, Stanton," I say, shifting the car into drive and pulling out onto the main road. "Be thrifty. We're trying to keep a low profile." Stanton snorts, looking out the window as the city buildings roll past. "The universe wastes her billions on you, bro. Seriously. Just don't forget my Ferrari when all this legal nightmare is finally over."

"Grandma…" She touched the tip of my nose and shook her head with a knowing grin. "You can't hide anything from me. Just tell me: What's really going on lately?" My voice dropped low, thick with a lump in my throat. "Grandma, I don't know why, but all my work somehow gets stolen. And worse, the person who takes it always turns it around and makes me look guilty. No matter what I think about, she ends up thinking the exact same thing. It's as if…"