The Lewd Cookie Novels & Stories

Lira’s hand tangles in my hair as she yanks my head down while the monstrous cock keeps growing, getting so big that I know I can’t possibly take all that length. The cock slaps heavy and hot against my cheek with a wet thwack. It’s huge—thicker than my wrist, veined like twisted ropes under velvet-smooth violet skin, the fat purple head already leaking a steady stream of precum that stretches in shiny strings from my skin to the slit, begging me to lick it off. The musky scent hits me hard, sweet and arousing, making my empty cunt clench around nothing. “Open that pretty whore mouth, Skyler.” Lira purrs, voice low and rough.

He's so cute, "Why are you looking at me like that?" "Because you only left two damn cookies for me, you fucking fuck," I force myself to say, because I can't say I think he's the cutest man to ever live. Leo holds my eyes and then he grabs one of the two cookies he saved me and he stuffs it into his own mouth, "Motherfucker.” He laughs with his mouth open and a lot of the cookie comes out, but I don't even feel disgusted by it. I just punch his unmovable abs, making him laugh even more.

The demoness parted her lips and smirked, she turned around and lifted the hem of her dress shirt. Brown giggled upon the teasing agreement and waited for Anna to thrust her butt cheeks onto his face. Brown was beyond surprised yet happy that he finally got to taste her any such long teasing. The demoness was now bending over with her hips right in front of Brown's mouth. He did not hesitate from diving into her pussy folds. Brown could clearly see that she desired his touch too and deliberately teased him to that extent. He licked her right butt in circular motion and made sure to drip his saliva over her butt. Anna moved a bit with the ticklish feeling in between her thighs. She thrust her

From my seated position, the cookies are at perfect eye level, and against my better judgment, I pick one off the top of the pile. It's dark brown and brittle. A few pieces flick off as I lower the cookie closer to the small plate my cup of coffee sits on. Burnt doesn't begin to describe the abomination in my hand. It looks like she put the cookie through torture. "What kind are they?" I ask before bringing the cookie to my lips. "Chocolate chip." Tabitha grins, looking down at the plate. "They're a little burnt." A little burnt is an understatement. That's like saying the Titanic nudged an icicle.

“I do want to be clear that I appreciate the gesture though.” As he says the words, I pick up a cookie, noting the strange texture I hadn’t noticed when I was using the spatula to scoop them from the cookie sheet into the box. I take a bite and it crumbles like sawdust in my mouth. The flavor isn't too bad, but the texture is horrendous and I chew thoughtfully, thinking about my next words. I notice Troy is watching me, a slight spark of amusement in his eyes. I swallow the bite with effort while breaking the cookie into two halves. “You know, I could use these for torture, give them to my enemies and hope they choke to death. If I ever join the Mafia, these could be my calling card.”

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“Back in Italy, he always managed to get me in trouble, making me his partner in cookie heists! Madam would tell me, ‘No more cookies for the children,’ but how could I resist this face?” Sia glanced at Leon, who was grinning innocently, and nodded with a laugh. “I completely understand. He is far too charming to say no to.”

"I don't want these dishes. Other than that, I want the rest of the menu to be served. Also, I want a bottle of Château Lafite from the 1982 vintage. "What are you standing around for? We're your landlords, you know! Are you worried that we can't afford this meal? "If you don't hurry up, I might as well stop renting this place to you! I'll make sure that the money your boss has used on the refurbishment of this manor goes down the drain!" The server left the table while looking conflicted. After closing the menu, Edward turned to face Paul and Judith smugly. "Who would've thought that Felix's manor is actually Grand Euphoria? Mom, Dad, this is the fanciest restaurant in Lexton City!

“You aren't good at lying. Why would you knock on my door with some cookies and then lie that they aren't for me?” “Anyways…here.. take them. Since you're my neighbour, I made them for you.” I walked closer and gave the cookies to him. “Thank you for them. I will eat them with you in mind.” He smirked, his voice akin to amusement. “With me in mind? Why would you think of me in mind when eating the cookies?” I asked, my brows arched. I have not even the slightest idea what was going on in his head. “Because you're sexy and curvy. I will have to be reminded of you when eating them.” He was bluntly straightforward and it made heat rushed to my cheeks.