Sussy Man Novels & Stories

Come in, I promise to let you come out today, okay? Come in fuck my pussy, please However, the genitals of the two were just pressed together, and before they could push it hard. Su Nian suddenly felt something and raised hus head suddenly. He shuddered, as if someone was choking his throat. The black eyes of the man in front of him were hall-squinted, as deep as a cold pool embedded with ice cubes, so cold that one's bone marrow became cold. Word by word, full of irritability when we first met: "Who are you seducing?" Good guy, she said why she was so good at talking all of a sudden, it turned out to be digging a hole for her.

a man called, his voice thick with amusement. Christiana turned her head slightly, her lips curving into a smile. The man before her was in his mid-forties, overweight, and dressed in a navy-blue suit that strained around his waist. His body was smelling of whiskey and smoke as he spoke to her. "You look so sexy," he murmured, licking his lips as if she were a meal he was about to devour. "How much for a night?" Christiana scratched her head in amusement.

Oh my god, Sage would mock me for an eternity if she was here. Mr. Odd Suit Guy didn't seem fazed, not even by an inch. Well, except for the brief flicker of amusement that danced through his eyes, heavily contradicting his empty expression. "I meant about you being my stripper. For a fact, I never invite strippers. Too clingy. Too sloppy. Too unsatisfying. You're a terrible liar. And I'm concerned that you might be insane too." He drawled out, gaze now hardened with suspicion. Not the good kind.

Bunny murmured, her face slipping into full-on sultry mode. A man had come out, and oh what a man. He was about six feet tall and wearing a greasy sleeveless green jump suit, his arms were pale but nicely muscled, as was the hint of his chest that was showing. And that face . . . oh, that face could make a nun wet her granny panties. Smooth shaved, high cheekbones, firm full lips that were probably in a perpetual half-smile, and his eyes seemed to sparkle under a shock of blond hair.

My bag bounced against my side, and I clutched the strap tighter, weaving through groups of students loitering near the bulletin boards. But when I passed by a bench down the hallway, my eyes caught sight of a man. An unfamiliar man. He was sitting there, unlike others, with a phone in his hand, yet his focus wasn't on the glowing screen. His eyes, dark, sharp, framed by lashes that seemed unfair for a man, were fixed on me. My heart beat faster. For a split second, my steps faltered. His gaze held me still, and then, as if on purpose, the corner of his upper lip curved upward into something between a smirk and a smile.

He was a beautiful man perhaps not in the conventional sense, but he had the appearance that could make him stand out in any large gathering. He had a thing for sleeveless shirts that revealed his muscular arms but that wasn't an option for the occasion. Several photographers had caught him on camera in this outfit and taken the liberty of posting the pictures on the internet. The comments that followed were majorly from ladies which had earned him the tag of a playboy. He could pass for a ladies man but Rio was more of a one woman guy. He never fantasized the idea of frolicking with many women.

I'll hate to see one of these hussys around here snatch your man. My man? "Like they will dare," I scoffed, chuckling lightly as I joined her to look around. The luxury dripped room we were currently in, My dad's villa, but other things seemed to stand out more. Especially now after hearing Suzzy's words. "Hungry eyes everywhere, Lana... Your man is a catch you know?" He is. I knew that. Which was why looking wandering eyes to his direction wasn't hard at all. His tall, proud figure standing ahead. Making a call. Backing me but still simply impeccable. Dark. Mysterious and totally off putting as he stood in the midst of elite men and women.

“That's because I think... I rather not say.” But Susie edges me to speak. “Just tell me.” “I think Amanda's fiance, Mike is... a flirt. He always speaks to the models in some kind of way that's far from being professional. He's done that with me a couple of times and I've seen the way he looks at me. Like... like he undresses me with his eyes. I... I get a bad feeling from him.” “Now you're just exaggerating, girlfriend.” Susie quickly brushes what I had just said like it was nothing. I look at her and wonder what's up with her.

My breath hitched and I thought of everything that could go wrong. A figure emerges from the shadow sauntering across the open space with long strides and dominance. I swallowed hard once more and looked around for the fastest route to escape. No! Jennie, you cannot die this way. I thought to myself and took a couple of steps backward. However, in the blink of an eye, the man was standing in front of me. I cast a quizzical look at his face, wondering why he had a mask on. Now, I do not know a single damn thing about him. Nor his name, his personality, or worst of all, what he looks like.