Novel & Cerita The Lewd Cookie

"You’ve misunderstood me. I have never thought that the cookies were cheap. But you know that I’m an orphan, so I don't celebrate anything. The festive decoration of the packaging made me sad. Thank you for giving me the cookies, but I think you should give them to others to avoid wastage." Coco was no longer the weak and pathetic girl back then. If Layla was planning to do something to her, she would return the favor. Layla’s smile drooped, and she forced a smile again while taking the box of cookies. "I’m sorry, I’ll give the cookies to someone else, then." Just then, she noticed someone behind Coco. "Hey, Loke, since Coco doesn’t want this box of cookies, why don’t you take it? By the way

Amelia asked, concert evident on her face and in her voice. "Well, I've been good." Cookie chuckled slightly. "I still work at the bar, it's quite boring though." She pouted, making Amelia laugh. "There's this new worker there, I always forget his name. He's annoying and talks a lot. He loves to pry into others' businesses and it's sickening." "Oh my god. Sorry." Well there was one thing she knows well about Cookie, she hates people prying into what doesn't concern her, she gets really angry at that and could break some people's nose because of it.

I grab the fat candy horn decoration, lick it slow and sloppy my tongue dragging wetly over the slick surface until it shines with spit then squeeze my heavy tits tight around it. Leo straddles my chest. He grabs both tits and presses them firmly together around his hot, throbbing cock. He thrusts slow at first, the veiny shaft sliding through my soft, warm cleavage while the sticky prop rubs underneath, leaving wet trails mixed with spit dripping down my stomach in warm, sticky rivulets. He picks up a big glass harvest gourd ornament icy cold and smooth and drags it slowly through my dripping folds. The shocking temperature contrast makes my hips buck up greedily. The cold, hard surface gli

A cookie is a cookie but a cookie in a cake just doesn't cut it,'' I said as if what he said was the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard, and it was. ''It still counts,'' ''According to who?'' ''Whom,'' he corrected me. ''You giving me an English lesson isn't going to distract from the fact that you're trying to cheat me out of a cookie mister. I worked hard for that cookie. I earned it you capitalistic bastard,'' ''Fine, I still owe you a cookie but just know that the council will be hearing about this missy,'' I snorted,'' Whatever dude,'' We decided to watch Forrest Gump instead of the previous series while the cake was in the oven.

The sweets filled my nose as he handed them to me. "They had butter cookies?" I asked as he drove off. "Yes. They got them this morning that's why you didn't get any yesterday. I got hot chocolate too, the lady was overly obssess with my charms and good looks" He said smiling "Nathan she's old so I'm not taking you seriously" I said taking out a muffin. It was huge and mouthwatering. "Whatever. Hand me my cookies please?" He said to me "I thought they were all mine" I said taking a bite into the muffin. The taste burst into my mouth making my taste buds go crazy. I moaned savoring the taste and chocolaty taste.

All I wanted was more of this big black cock. I simply can't get enough.

But before I could go and get it Alex spoke aloud as to who was calling, making me gulp nervously hearing the name. Why the hell did he call me? Levias grip tightened on me clearing showing his displease hearing who was on the phone. ------------------------------------ ALEX COOKIE...what type of name is it... DREW It's a guy... RILEY Let me see...Let me see JULIA OMG He is hot.... look at his tattoos * * * * * Say who do you think is COOKIE? What is his relation with Neet? How will Lev react after knowing who he is?

I smirked, an idea popping into my head. "Sure." He agreed. "How about Truth or Dare?" He suggested, and I was about to say no, but then I noticed his glance on my chest. Leo was licking his bottom lip seductively as he stared at my boobs. 'Does he want me again?' Just the thought of that, made me soak my panties again as I sighed. 'How many pairs of underwear have I changed into this week, all because I kept getting horny for these men?' I pondered as I rubbed my thighs together.

The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie. I don't know what was more intense for me, his grunts or that Mr. Sinclair was watching us with a satisfied smirk, his own cock bulging at the erotic display. He was stroking the length of his hardened rod, his eyes never leaving mine. "That's it," he purred, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Make her come on your cock." As if on command, I shattered, my pussy clamping down around Desmond like a vice I came with a scream of his name. He followed a second later, spilling inside me with a low groan.