Tamaki Amajiki Hot Novels & Stories

Mikashi moaned softly against his lips. Takumo turned to Takiari. He pulled her onto his lap in the water. His hard length pressed against her. He entered her slowly. The hot water helped him slide deep inside. Takiari rode him with strong movements. Her red hair floated around them. Mikashi and Aridoari kissed her shoulders and touched her body.

Soft lantern light flickered across the wooden deck as distant temple bells rang softly through the bamboo forest. Aiko Nakamura, a 26-year-old Japanese tech heiress with flawless porcelain skin, long straight black hair, and a delicate yet voluptuous figure, stepped into the steaming onsen pool. The scalding mineral water enveloped her body like liquid silk, making her skin flush deep pink as thick steam rose around her. The heat soaked into her muscles while the cool night breeze kissed her exposed shoulders and face, creating an intoxicating contrast. She had come seeking peace. Instead, the ache between her thighs demanded something far more primal.

“I’m fine.” We fell silent—and somehow it wasn’t awkward. “You know,” I said, grinning, “my offer’s still up.” She looked at me, searching my face. The light in her eyes dimmed slightly. “What offer?” she whispered. For a split second, her gaze dropped to my lips. I realized we were closer than before. “I could still teach you how to climb trees,” I said softly. “If you want.” She stared at me for another moment before her expression closed off.

I hope Coco still has those instant noodles she likes so much. She stood up, placing her legs in her soft bunny slippers. She quietly made her way to the kitchen, quietly enjoying the night's peacefulness. Stepping into the kitchen, she was met with the glorious back view of Julian as he gulped down a glass of water, small beads rolling down his throat all the way to his chest, then deeper and deeper… He was half-naked, with only gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips on. *This man had a body built for sin,* she thought, unable to imagine anyone else being this beautiful. Heat crept up her cheeks as he turned around and found her staring so blatantly. She tore her gaze from him.

"You must be Yamamoto Aito. I recognized you by your signature platinum blonde hair. What a cutie. My name is Akame. Wanna dance?" I quickly shook my head. She was gorgeous and all but I didn't get a reaction from seeing her like that. I already knew I wouldn't. I only came so Haruto could get laid. Speaking of Haruto, where was he? We came in together but I couldn't see him again. Did he already find someone? "Aw don't be shy" she said, pressing her body close to me. "I've heard a lot of things about you. You're quite popular with the girls". She leaned even closer. "They say you're a beast in bed. Don't you want to ravage me?"

One of the men, if you don't think better, a vampire who took her, the other werewolf who bit her, both sharing a day of pleasure, every day, with all the desire that took over her body. Almost a year after our first kiss and love, Marco, Nicolo and Patricia were inseparable. In which, in addition to being inseparable, we were also advancing all eternity together. That was Takamagahara (which literally means "high plains of the sky"), known as the most remote onsen in Japan, which takes at least two days to reach, and that trip was a true pilgrimage for the most adventurous bathers. Some discreet businessmen with secrets next to politicians rented that place for almost a month, the secret ba

Kenton. A very naked Kenton. 'Mate,' my wolf yaps excitedly. 'Our mate is here! He came to find us.' "Amaris," he says, his deep voice doing funny things to my insides. I nod my head, indicating that I understand him. He smiles widely and steps forward, kneeling to pet behind her ears, "You are so incredible, Amaris," he murmurs, burrowing his face into her neck, inhaling deeply, taking her scent into his lungs. "Can you shift back?"

she said. “You want to come all over my face?” “Yes.” “Then come, baby. Let me have it.” He flickered back and forth across her clit, and the heat built until she was thrown across the peak into bliss. She screamed his name as she found her release. Before her orgasm had even finished, Alfie moved up between her thighs, his cock bumping her clit, and her pussy, even without any touch, was still pulsing to life. He pressed against her entrance and slammed to the hilt, making her cry out.

Oh, that's why Samara smiles too much because she’s not mistaken, the man who's wearing a white shirt is hot and he was smiling while listening to them, maybe her crazy friend was making jokes because she knew how skilled at flirting her buddy was, even if she doesn't like them. Her friend was such an expert, damn! Will she lose? Nah. Nah. Nah. She wants that man wearing a white shirt. She wants to take him home! Damn! 'He’s fucking hot and I think his down there is huge too. Based on his figure, he looks half. ' He looks so simple yet captivating. She wants him, really.

She had the call on the loudspeaker so she could still hear her friend. Her fingers trembled as she opened the message. She gasped when she saw the first photo Amelie sent. BK, helping a woman out of a car. Not just any woman—Amber. She shook her head afterwards, trying to deny it. That couldn’t be! Her eyes dropped to the second photo. As clear as water—it was BK and Amber. That’s when her knees started shaking. Even her muscles trembled. She clenched one hand to stop the shaking, but she couldn’t.