Tender Is The Night Perfume Mga Nobela at Kwento

Daring to slip it out, I hurry back into the refuge of the bathroom and unfold it quickly. Looking down at the little piece of paper, one thing I notice right away is that the smell of a strong perfume is coming from it. Putting it closer to my nose, I recognize the scent right away. Desire, by Tiffany. It is something I have often wore, but since I have been with Brandon I have not.

But for the sake of scratching that itch, fine, I'll starve for two weeks to buy these stupid night gowns. For something THIS transparent and short, heck I'm barely covering my tits and it's so short I think half of my ass are hanging out there, but sure, this will do. If this doesn't, I have another one as a back up. But for tonight I'll use this cute nightie. I waited for him to come home, spraying Tom Ford every hour to refresh my scent, to ensure he could smell me from a distance.

The Night-Blooming Garden was the most beautiful and popular place in the Cloud City. More than a garden, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a forest, but as it was located in the heart of the city and a long road crossed it, many would go there, especially at night, when the most beautiful flowers would open with the beginning of each season.

The black lingerie that was originally in the closet, I took after cleaning the body in the bathroom. The smell of soap residue so thick, a mixture of sandalwood and rose flowers so attached. Both my eyes looked at the lingerie in front of me; then I decided to wear it exactly at 21:00. I don't intend to leave the room after this anyway because the day has been full of activities, and tonight, I intend to go to bed early. Yes, all the lingerie fit me well. But the black color looks better and makes my skin look even fairer. I quickly put on the thigh-length outfit.

“Oh Pierre, your fingers are so tender.” Gahn’s perfume had been a mixture of floral scents and jasmine, and it was seductive and captivating. Slowly, her pair of black flat-soled shoes fell to the ground. Darkness was fast approaching, and Ghan’s flawless skin was simply enchanting. While I thought about Gahn’s virginity status, my right hand went underneath her skirt, on her right thigh. I heard the sound of a vehicle speeding outside, while Gahn moaned softly. She wore a red brassiere that evening and it was safe to say that her breasts had been divinely crafted.

She immediately told him that there was no one like that so he urged her to relax for a bit. He took out a bottle of perfume from his bag and said, "this is channel number three. One of the most expensive perfumes in the world. I want you to smell just as amazing as you look but more than that, I want you to smell like me." Tanya let him spray the perfume on her clothes. She marveled at the pleasant fragrance and knew that today, she was going to attract a lot of attention like always but it wouldn't be for the wrong reasons anymore because some of the students were going to be envious of her new look.

Kelly exclaimed. “Yes, it has.” Tanner said, eyeing Kelly. Hmm... What is this? Kelly heard what tanner said and blushed. He slid closer to her and lowered his head into her neck and breathed deep. “What’s that perfume? Have you always smelled this good? It's like honeysuckle and vanilla.” Tanner had a mesmerized look in his eyes. Kelly's face became even redder. “Umm... beta Tanner I am not wearing any perfume tonight.” Kelly said nervously.

The pleasure that she knows only Rome could give. She's been with many men before, but they never gave her the sky-high pleasure she wanted to experience. Her back arched when Rome suddenly sucked one of her nipples. She tugged at his hair as he licked, flicked, and bit her nipple. He made turns sucking her breasts. Then she felt his fingers on her pussy again, tracing her slit. His every caress on her pussy was rough. And every time he would touch her clit, the way he caressed her womanhood would intensify, making her feel weak. Until Rome completely ripped off her panty, and without warning, he inserted his middle finger into her soaking-wet femininity.

Asides from the fact that he’s a mafia don and my captor, he looks like a walking muscle of trauma. “Sensai 33?” the man asks out of nowhere, sniffing the air. “Yes?” I blink, surprised that someone knows the brand of my perfume. He hums in approval. “Good taste.” “Really?” “Yup. A solid choice. Sandalwood, cedar, a little leather. Classic.” He crosses his arms.

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