Novel & Cerita Sweet Submission: Reclaiming Her Love

Please do help me with votes 🥹 I will be very grateful🥰 ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡ *CATHY'S POV* My mouth was sucking his lower lip slowly. Cathy, think of it as a watermelon just like the way you eat it. I repeated in my head closing my eyes. His lips tasted like red wine and I was feeling myself getting deeper into him. But the only thing that was weird was that he wasn't kissing me back.

"Please just go if you have finished talking." "There is one more thing," Rebecca faked an awkward look. "I had an argument with Lindsay a while ago. Because of that, she replaced my role with someone else. I know that your girlfriend is close with her, can you help me to put a few good words? After all, we will be family in the future." Christin was amazed by how shameless Rebecca was. "Are they family already?" he mocked in his heart. Rebecca counted the time secretly in her heart. She just needed 30 seconds, as long as she could stay around Christin for a while more, then the aphrodisiac would start to take effect.

But in this case, in this kind of conversation, we do both at once, and as the discussion continues we do them with growing intensity: we pay attention to what is being said with almost melodramatic emotion and at the same time we become more and more immersed in the solitary well of our meditation. This increasing disassociation cannot be sustained in a permanent balance. For this reason, such conversations characteristically reach a point when they suffer a paralysis and lapse into a heavy silence. Each speaker is self-absorbed. Simply as a result of thinking, he isn’t able to talk. Dialogue has given birth to silence, and the initial social contact has fallen into states of solitude.

I inhale his smell and chuckled "You are…." But Leon was interrupted by the door I look in direction of the door and saw my sister,She looked at us in surprise and I saw her expression changed,she looked bitter,I smiled at her and she also forced a smile I tapped Leon to let go of me but he doesn't want to i saw my sister's expression darken.After been with my sister for a month I noticed she seems to have a crush on my husband She looked at me with a dark expression and smiled when she noticed I was staring at her. "Leon you have to let go now" I whispered to him and he groaned and reluctantly let go of me

She grabbed it and wanted to take it to Allison but was stopped by a middle-aged lady. "Yes?" Arya asked puzzled. "Give me that sweater, I found it first." The woman demanded rudely as she observed Arya and scoffed. "No, you didn't". Arya said flatly. She hoped that the woman would leave her after she refused but luck wasn't on her side. "Are you saying I'm lying?" The woman came closer to Arya and dared to look offended. "Calm down, I just said that you didn't find it first, I did." Arya lowered her voice so both of them won't bring any attention to themselves but the woman clearly didn't get the hint as she screamed.

She cried again, a mix of helplessness and surrender in her voice, "I'm yours, all yours..." Julian finally smiled, satisfied, a softness touching his heart, yet he didn't stop. Her allure was irresistible, and he slowed his movements, deepening them, determined to draw her into his world completely. After their passionate encounter, he held her tightly, sighing deeply. Such a beautiful woman, he thought, wishing he could hide her away, belonging only to him.

"Are they better than mine? Do they taste like the cheap cigarettes she smokes?" She began to play with herself right in front of his face, her fingers busy with her own tits, pinching and twisting the nipples until they were swollen and red. "Look at me. I'm your wife, and I'm going to make you forget that girl ever touched you." She leaned down, her mouth capturing his in a bruising, desperate kiss. It wasn't a kiss of love; it was a reclamation. Her tongue lashed against his, tasting the lingering adrenaline. She moved down his body, her teeth nipping at his neck, his chest, his ribs-biting over the very spots where Tamsin's nails had been.

Who'd submitted completely to help her find herself. And she realized—there was one more thing. One more reclamation. "Kiss me," she said softly. Atlas's breath caught. "Are you sure?" "Yes. Dante kissed me. Made me kiss him back. Made my mouth respond. I need—I need to reclaim that too. Need to choose to kiss. Choose to—to give my mouth this way too. Please." He leaned in slowly. Giving her time. Letting her close the distance if she wanted. She did.

“You smell so fucking sweet, baby.” Jay pulled away from her mouth to watch as Liam buried his face in her pussy from behind, his tongue sliding through her folds, lapping up her juices noisily. Sasha moaned loudly, her knees nearly giving out. “Hold her up,” Liam growled from between her thighs, and Jay grabbed her arms, pinning her against his chest as Liam feasted on her pussy. His tongue flicked her clit mercilessly before he shoved it deep inside her, making her scream out in pleasure.

Slamming the drawer shut, she locked eyes with me, her expression widening with recognition as she saw the determination etched on my face. "Not now, Chase," she pleaded. Ignoring her plea, I firmly grasped her shoulders, pulling her into my embrace and silencing her protests with a forceful kiss. Passion and warmth engulfed me as our tongues entwined. The taste of her, both sweet and earthy, ignited a fire within me, a reminder of the overwhelming effect she had on my soul. Pressing against the tension in her neck, I gradually felt her muscles surrender, giving in to her primal desires.