Tara Yummy Hot Novels & Stories

TARA "Hey Babe," Xavier smiled, attempting to grab me from the waist the second time! Irritated, I slapped his hand away and yelled amidst the loud music, "HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET INTO MY PARTY?!" "Tara, relax. You really shouldn't be yelling like this. How about we go somewhere private and talk better. What do you say?" He reached again for my hand, and for the second time, I slapped him off, drawing back! This bastard! When did he get into my party?!

He couldn't just stop! "This is crazy," He hissed, pulling his pants up. "Oh, come on, we don't have to stop," She whined, stopping just mere inches away from him. Ian eyed her sceptically. His eyes fell on her tits, and he swallowed at the sight of her thick, stiff nipples. They were bigger than Tammy's. "Where's your sister?" "Making dinner," Tara purred, cupping her boobs when she realised he couldn't look away. She propped them up and pushed them against his chest. "They're making one of grandma's recipes, so she's going to take a while—"

Tariq explained that the patterns represented protection, home, and family. We then arrived at a secluded beach. The sun was beginning to set. Golden light painted the ocean. Everything shimmered in the sunset. It was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen. Tariq smiled. "This is one of the most romantic spots on the island." I immediately looked away. Richard seemed amused by my reaction. When we returned to the villa, dinner was already prepared outside on the deck. A table stood beside the water with candles glowing softly around it. There was fresh seafood.

She turned to her friends. "Girl, you look dope!" It was Tara John. Short for Omotara John. The sexiest super bikini model and actress in the city. Tara was twenty two years old. More like the youngest among her group of friends but the one with the smartest tongue and biggest gut. Tara was fearless and the kind of model who loves to live her life as she deems fit without looking at snide comments from haters.

“Uh, it’s the very same hot coco with orange zest.” “You’re welcome.” He left without acknowledging me, as if I didn’t exist. “Unbelievable.” I shook my head in annoyance. “He really hates me, doesn’t he? He’s not even trying to hide it.” Tara sipped her hot coco and shook to laugh. She kissed me with melted marshmallow on her upper lip. I cupped her face and cleaned her lips with mine and licked them clean. “You’re right. I can taste the orange on your lips.”

Hand relief and a good fantasy was the best I could hope for most of the time. This time my fantasy focussed around one of our friends Tara. She was a really attractive, petite brunette who had just turned 40. You wouldn't know it to look at her, she was slim, had great skin and one of the best arses you could ever wish to see. She had cut my wifes hair a few times and we knew her well. Ive always got on great with her and we always had a great laugh at any parties we both attended. I always cum really hard when I fantasise about her... little did I know that fantasy would soon become reality. I had applied the lube to my cock and was slowly rubbing it, enjoying every stroke and savouring ev

No penetration, but I would be okay with kissing someone and maybe some foreplay. By the time dinner rolled around, Tara and I were clutching our sides from laughing so hard. I found out that Tara Loved Smut Books. She told me the Smuttier the better. She even let me look at some of the books she brought with her, and she told me I could borrow to read any one of them that I want. I picked out one called ‘For Whom The Belle Tolls’ by Jaysea Lynn and Tara said I would love that one, and it’s one of her newest favorites.

"Game over. No harm done." Tara thought about it for a few seconds. But then she got up and walked over to Kelly. Without saying a word, she got on her knees and stuck her tongue underneath a giant glob of cum that was hanging from Kelly's chin, and pulled it into her mouth. She savored the taste for a few seconds as we all watched, and finally swallowed it. "Not bad," she said, still a bit apprehensive. But she stuck her tongue out again and started lapping and sucking all my cum off Kelly's dumbstruck face. Kelly couldn't help but laugh.

From the darkness, a voice whispered: "It’s time." --- The aroma of cheese and garlic filled the air as Shama entered Domino’s. Tara was already waving from a corner booth, her excitement practically vibrating off her. "There you are!" Tara beamed. "Okay, here’s my order: cheeseburger, paneer pizza, Coke, and dessert. All on you!" "You’re going to bankrupt me!" Shama groaned, sliding into the seat. Tara gave her a playful pout. "You said a ‘special treat,’ remember?"

A very fine specimen he was. He handed me his cup of hot mystery liquid. My throat hurt and my tongue was swollen, screaming for hydration, so I took a sip. To my relief it was hot chocolate. “You’re the one that rescued me, right?” The man nodded his head firmly as he took a seat right next to me. I found myself embracing him tightly, breathing in the delectable scent of his apple smelling shampoo. My mind snapped back to reality and I shoved myself off of him, cheeks red hot with embarrassment.