Sweet Pampering 소설 & 이야기

Who's this handsome hunk? 👥️️ He looks charming and amazing 👥️️ His slow strides and composure makes me want him more 👥️️ He could pass for a model I just smiled as I sat down. I removed my sunglasses and people kept gasping 👥️️ Marry me, Carter 👥️️ He doesn't seem to age at all 👥️️ His wife would be so lucky They started clicking my pictures and I made sure to pose for them so they'd take it well. The waiter who came to attend to me couldn't stop blushing and smiling

Speaking of this, Natalie smiled embarrassedly at him and said, "Senior Brother Quinton, I know I'm making things difficult for you. But just take it that I'm willful. Just pamper me again!" Pamper? It was rare to hear such words from her mouth. At that time, Arthur's mood was complicated beyond words. It turned out that in her eyes, he had always pampered her. Even he had never realized this. However, no matter whether it was in the past or now, even if he had completely changed his feelings for her, he had not changed his urge to 'pamper' her.

Flynn asked after eyeing up the cake. Lucas looked down at the tray. Sarah had selected the lemon cake with sherbet icing. It wasn’t a combination he would have chosen, it had been Flynn’s idea instead based on the sweet. The combination of sweet and sharp worked surprisingly well with that cake. “Chamomile to calm us down for the meeting later,” she replied and put the tray down on the bench. Flynn pouted and Lucas was left wondering if he wanted Darjeeling instead. That thought was enough to make him smile.

I whispered sadly, "what happened?" "Goodness me, you've made such a mess, mousie. Come on and clean it up, then you can remake lunch for Mommy." Sapphire said, approaching us. Damien let go of me and gently nudged me away from him as Sapphire approached. She stepped over the small puddle of wine and pulled Damien's collar, kissing him roughly. I gasped, shocked to see her feeling him all over. She slid her hands down his chest and palmed his groin over his pants, massaging it gently. Damien groaned softly. "Is my pet getting hard? If you be a good boy and clean up here and make lunch, Mommy will give you a nice reward tonight." She said, licking her lips.

the questions came in a rush. “Let me have something to eat first, then I will rest a little and we will talk” she said calmly. “What would you like to eat?” Mr. Hampton picked up the telephone to call the housekeeper. “I would love scrambled eggs and sweet potato”, she responded. Mr. Hampton punched some buttons and placed the telephone on his ear, it rang once and Annie picked. “Hello Annie, please make my wife scrambled eggs and sweet potato. Everything should be well done please, we will be waiting. Thank you” he ended the call.

“I think I can survive being pampered… as long as you’re there.” She grinned. “Deal. But first, breakfast victory. Then spa domination.”

He leaned his weight on one hand and with the other, he stroked her cheek. "You said I'm your plaything. Your pet." She whispered breathlessly. "That you are." He agreed. "Do you know how pets are treated?" "Well, they're fed... and... and disciplined..." "Pets are groomed." He cut her short. As he spoke, he lowered his head, brushing his lips over hers with each sentence. "They're pampered, cared for." Another soft kiss. "They're showered with attention, sweet caresses, soft loving strokes." Another kiss. "They're nourished with sweet words, affection, appreciation." A long, sensual kiss. "They're meant to be touched, slowly, lovingly, the way I touch you. They're meant to be protected, shi

When I came again, clenching hard around his thick cock, Damien followed with a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with hot pulses of his release. We stayed connected for a long moment, breathing hard. He pressed soft kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, my lips surprisingly tender after how roughly he’d taken me. Later, we moved to the private steam room, wrapped only in soft white towels. Damien pulled me onto his lap on the heated marble bench, his hands lazily stroking my thighs. “You deserve this every week,” he murmured against my hair. “Spa days. Shopping. Anything that makes my good girl feel spoiled and safe.”

If that happened, he would successfully gain the title he has longed for. The same as the normal days, he was sitting there with his legs wide open. He leaned on the chair as he filled himself with ecstasy. His eyes fixed on the girls who were grinding and dancing with a bunny suit in front of him. “Fourth, bring me some expensive wine from the cellar and bathe these four ladies with it.” Custard pervertedly laughed and licked his lips with his black tongue. He gestured to the member who was stiffly standing beside him. Fourth didn’t move as if he was petrified.

Damian gazed at his wife’s face, still pressed tightly against his chest. Tamara’s breath felt warm on his skin, her eyes half-closed, yet her lips kept seeking attention. He knew his wife wasn’t in the mood for long conversations, she only wanted to be pampered. “Tamara…” Damian’s voice was faint, as if holding back the turmoil inside him. Tamara only replied with a soft moan, her hands circling her husband’s neck, clinging closer. That sweet clinginess made Damian unable to simply stay still anymore. He finally lifted his wife’s body carefully, as though carrying the most fragile thing in the world.