Territorial Pissings Lyrics Novels & Stories

I cannot see it, but I know this piss must be of the darkest gold. “Ugh, ah, ah, drink me, Cullen Lee!” She ordered, between moans. I have no choice; her cunt is clamped over my mouth, and her piss pours down onto my tongue, but then I would not close my mouth for the world. I am in ecstasies, and suddenly, I feel the churning in my bollocks that is the prelude to coming. “Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh!” It shoots, and I hear her let out a little yelp, and as she yelps, she pisses harder.

he peppers the handprint with kisses. His hands grip my hips, “Arch that back a little more, sweetheart,” my legs tremble as the heat of his breath blows against my pussy. “That’s right,” his knee nudges mine, and I nearly faceplant on Finn’s cock. “If I wasn’t a selfish man, I’d tell you to come look at this perfect, glistening pink pussy, but,” he buries his face between my spread thighs from behind, and I choke on a moan when his tongue slides from my opening to my clit. “I’m feeling a bit…. Territorial.” Azure’s tongue continues flicking my clit, and my lips part with a whimper.

What fucking bullshit is the Shit Witch going to throw at me now? “Bum bum bum bum. Painting the roses red. We’re painting the roses red. We dare not stop, or waste a drop. So let the paint be spread. We’re painting the roses reeeed. We’re painting the roses red. Oh, painting the roses red. And many a tear be shed, because we know, they’ll cease to grow. In fact, they’ll soon be dead. NOOOOO… And yet we go ahead, painting the roses red. Painting the roses red. We’re painting the roses red.” A trio of voices sang as I saw shadows of you guess it PLAYING CARDS! “OH FUCK NO! I’ll kill them all!” I clenched my hands into fists, pocketing the watch for the moment.

'In case I don't live forever, let me tell you now I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth I'm everything that I am because of you' I stopped for a second as I could feel my voice breaking because of how much I wanted to cry. Gab, he moved closer to me and even started slowly patting my arm about his tummy. 'I, I've carried this song in my mind Listen, it's echoing in me But I haven't helped you to hear it We, we've only got so much time I'm pretty sure it would kill me If you didn't know the pieces of me are pieces of you

facing the door- This hit, that ice cold Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold This one for them hood girls Them good girls straight masterpieces Stylin', wilin', livin' it up in the city Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent Gotta kiss myself, I'm so pretty I'm too hot (hot damn) Called a police and a fireman I'm too hot (hot damn) Make a dragon wanna retire man I'm too hot (hot damn) Say my name you know who I am

You got mud on your face, you big disgrace Kickin’ your can all over the place singin’ We will, we will rock you We will, we will rock you

She had only pulled the biggest ruckus in the history of the ruckus we could ever manage at the terrace. I was infuriated but paled when the crimson face of Thomas flashed in my vision. Damn it! International relationships, anyone? ‘Old bald’fartie!’ She sang, punching her fists in the air. ‘Paedophile. Son of Bachelor. Born out of dick.’ Her voice reached a new high note with each name. It’s like she wanted the world to know what was in her mind. I tried to drag her out of the elevator to our accommodation trying hard to correct her blatant exclamations that weren’t naturally possible.

Terri fumes, looking down on me as if I am just but dirt. I dismiss her unwarranted feud, and eye the empty tray on the floor, the contents on it a few seconds ago scattered on the floor. I breathe in and out to calm myself down, but fail miserably. My demons are banging my head pretty badly. I jerk myself up in a snap. "Just, what exactly is your problem with me, Terri?" I ask, a very huge chunk forming a bump in my throat, almost blocking air in and out of my lungs. "You disgust me, bitch!" She fumes.

"Claim your territory." Killian let out a dark, predatory growl that shook my very center. He caught my mouth in a kiss so rough, wet, and possessive it completely stole the air from my lungs, his tongue invading with a heavy, territorial hunger that tasted of absolute dominance. At the same time, his hand violently ripped through the front fastening of my trousers, his rough, calloused palm sliding instantly into the dripping, burning heat of my center, his fingers driving deep inside me with a brutal, rhythm-breaking force that made me shriek against his lips, my hips arching frantically against his hand while the signal fires of our victorious pack burned bright on the peaks below.

It seemed that the song was on replay since it started from the beginning again. ♫ I woke up pissed off today and lately, everyone feels fake, somewhere I lost a piece of me, smoking cigarettes on balconies ♫ Just when I finally found my peace, one guy shouted, “Did you see that? I’ve told you I could do it with one hand!” I turned to my right and saw a bunch of guys and girls were semi-naked. What the fück?