Tsunade Pictures นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Tasneem cries staring at the pictures slowly as if she is thinking of ways to kill Suhayr. She is so dead, as soon as she is done fangirling!

The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Tara had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet. Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff cock or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog – ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.

I asked. “Tsunade,” he replied automatically. “Who is that?” “The fifth Hokage,” he replied. “She’s got great tits, so there’s that.” “You’re an idiot, Beck Ryder,” I said, rolling my eyes. I was getting ready to slip out of the room when I saw a photo sitting quietly on his nightstand. It was the picture of a beach, with a bright blue sky above. And Beck was in the picture, probably sixteen at the time, shirtless and sunburnt with a man and woman beside him who looked so much like him, I didn't even need to ask.

"Good night Itsumi." "Have a splendid night rest dear." "You too," she replied them and dashed upstairs. **** ~Akamine's Residence~ Yuki Akamine sat in front of her laptop screen as she surfed the net. She stopped what she was doing and picked up her phone. Her fingers found their way to the gallery icon and scrolled through the pictures. There were tons of pictures in her cell. Most of them were pictures of Sasuke and Sakiko. Her eyes darkened as she gazed at one particular picture. It was a picture of Sasuke and Sakiko in class. He looked at her with a pleading expression while she glared at him.

**** The friends entered the room of Tina. "If you don't mind, I want to ask you something," Suraj asked Tina carefully as she blinked cutely permitting him. "Since when you know this Sir?", he asked when Arjun gets annoyed with t the sir drama. "2 years." She replied and bowed down with a smile. Everyone glared at Arjun when Ishu clutched his hand. "Here is our album. The morning itself they gave me my bag." Tina opened the photo album and everyone face turned pale seeing the pictures. It's Arjun tying chain over tina's neck. Ishu tipped and saw the pictures.

Conan shrugged “ well not exactly , you gotta see the content “ “ what the actual fuck “ ten or so pictures dropped open from the envelope , all my words got lost at once as I gazed at the photographs that had fallen on the ground . Each of the photograph was filled with proactiveness , a girl was sitting in a dingy room on a chair , clad in a fluffy and lacy lingerie , in another she was completely naked with nipple piercings - but the scary thing was , the girl in the photos didn’t look proactive at all compared to her dress , she was covered in blood , I couldn’t see her face as in each photograph her face was mutilated as if someone had clicked on the photos and then use a sharp blade to

As she sat beside him, Siena had just realized Stefano was holding an album of photograph on his lap. “These are my nostalgia pictures with Sakura. I always keep them, because they are the only things that can console me whenever I miss her,” Stefano started to talk in a soft voice. Stefano showed her the album. Siena recognized her mother’s face. Sakura was still young in the pictures, looking so beautiful, enthusiastic, and cheerful. Her shoulder-length black hair fell elegantly cupping her gorgeous oval face. Her bright smile and her sparkling eyes made her face glow gracefully.

Tsunade snickered like that was what she was waiting for, she stretched her head sideways and took out a knife from the sleeve of her gown, slowly then up closer to her mouth and whispered a spell on it. The knife also later blazed red like the moon up in the sky, Kazuma was down there glaring at what was going on, following each her move with his sight when suddenly she hoisted the knife up clasping it with two hands and pointed it beneath, at Kazuma's chest before driving it inside him deeper into his flesh.

Man, he’d love to meet her. He set the photo down, and seeing Aspen’s still suspicious glare slanted his way, Zy chose to pluck another photo off the desk. In this one, the blonde wore a white sundress and reclined with a fluffy gray tabby, both with their eyes closed, almost nose to nose. She looked happy in this picture. Peaceful. Gorgeous. “You should probably put that down. I don’t know if Tessa would appreciate anyone messing with her pictures. I’ve tried to avoid touching them for just that reason.”

Across her bed is a picture of another Naomi and Damon , a picture she took without either of their knowledge. She approaches it, a frown on her face. “Mine!” She taps Damon's face with her index finger vigorously. “Not yours! Mine!” Soonie smiles and lays down on her bed slowly, her eyes fixed on the picture. She pulls off her top slowly like she was putting up a show for the people in the picture, caressing her breast slowly and moaning softly. She squeezed her nipples gently, arching back on her bed as her second hand slipped into her panties which was soaked.