Novel & Cerita Sweet Tooth Good Dentist

“Great. Just let me know when you’re back to the normal flavors, alright?” I watched her, eyes closed, savoring each lick of that mint monstrosity like it was the best thing on Earth. Just the sight of it made my stomach churn, and I swear, I nearly gagged. Who in their right mind enjoys toothpaste ice cream? That vendor had to be a dentist in disguise, sneaking fluoride into desserts just to mess with people like me. “Let’s go over there!” she chirped, pointing toward a playground, her eyes lighting up.

Her little shoulders slouched the tiniest bit, but her hands never stopped clutching the bar. Roman’s brow creased. “Does she have some kind of allergy or sickness that doesn’t allow her to take sweets?” “No, sir.” My tone sharpened, almost defensive. “She loves sugar way too much. Her teeth are almost gone because of sweets, and I don’t want her to continue.”

She raised an eyebrow coming to my side. “You ask Derek.” I replied to her. “Derek, why are you bullying the girl?” She asked him, and I smiled to myself, thinking let's see how Derek wouldn't add the sugar now. “Just last night we were throwing out all the sodas in the fridge, and her boxes of chocolate cookies, sugars, sweets and lots more, and now she wants more sugar in the pancake even after she was told by the dentist to stay away from sugar and sweets.” He explained.

I asked just to be sure I heard the right thing. "Yes, Chica, Sweet Tooth." Sweet Tooth was this confectionary store in town, they had all the good stuffs; ice cream, chocolates, candy, everything sweet was there. As kids it was our favorite store in the whole town, and it became our regular hangout spot in our mid-teens too. "And I was wondering if you wanted to come join me?" "At Sweet Tooth? Right now?" I was stunned, if that was the right word to describe what I was feeling right now.

He met her gaze, his tone casual and consistent, "What's wrong?" Michelle replied, "It's not good for kids to have too many sweets. It can lead to cavities." She continued, "I've also heard that excessive sugar intake can hinder growth." Growing slightly irritated, she added, "Mr. Ye, in the future, you shouldn't give Lizzy so much—" "It's for you, not Lizzy," Alex interjected, cutting her off. His dark eyes reflected her slightly agitated face. His expression was calm, and he spoke at an even pace, yet his words seemed to emphasize a point.

He continues to grin, almost to the point of being creepy, and leads me away to his car. “Sure, why not? Just kidnap the helpless woman.” I mock. “Was it that bad? Your talk with Stallon?” I let out a prolonged sigh. I take a look at Denzel’s caring face and any thought of speaking my mind evaporated. “It was so so.” He doesn’t probe further. Minutes later, we arrive at Sweetest Desserts and I find myself shaking my head at him. “You and your son will have a serious diabetes problem someday.” “Don’t worry, mother-in-law took great care of us for weeks. We deserve as much treats as we can get.”

We both leaned in at the same time and took a bite. The moment the hot sauce hit my tongue, I grinned. It was exactly as good as I remembered — sweet, tangy, with that perfect little kick. But Nyla’s reaction was even better. Her eyes widened dramatically, and she let out a little surprised moan as she chewed faster, fanning her mouth with her free hand. “Wow, it’s actually really nice!” she said, nodding enthusiastically, still chewing. “Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!”

“Continue cleaning my cock, baby.” “hmm.” She said as she licked him over and over. She then sucked hard as she went more and more down on him. He watched with hooded eyes as her head bobbed up and down, and the warm wetness of her mouth was only rivaled by the warm tightness of her pussy, which he had marked and claimed as his. this mouth was his as well. “Baby, that is so good.” He said as he looked down at her as she looked up with his cock deep in her mouth. “just like that baby. God, your pretty mouth is going to make me hard again, and then you will have to suck me off again.”

"I'm living a pretty good life now. I don't need to rely on sweets to cheer me up." Ethan's hand froze in mid-air. He didn't look embarrassed. He just pulled it back naturally. "You're right. Maybe you don't have a sweet tooth anymore." "Tastes change." My voice was light, but every word was crystal clear. "People change too, don't they?"

Miguel replied, drawing a frown. "Umm, oh really sweetie?" I answered, gently tugging his cheeks. "Yes, I have been begging Mia to give me chocolate, but she continues telling me it is not healthy to consume too much chocolate." "Yes, my darling, if you eat too much chocolate, your teeth may erode, that will make them appear incredibly awful and terrifying," I said. "No, Mommy, they won't. I am a very powerful boy, and so are my teeth. Please tell Mia to give me chocolate," he pleaded, trying to weep, but I stopped him.