Twdg Violet Novels & Stories

she was feeling nothing but peace and happiness. “I hate that I like this,” she muttered. Adriana beamed. “I love that you love it.” Violetta picked a few sets herself—soft colors, elegant cuts. Adriana, of course, added a few more to the pile with a very deliberate smirk. Red, Emerald, Black, and maroon, she added all of them to the cart, too. “These are from me,” she said. “Think of them as… character development.”

I could drink from her every day and never grow tired. She moaned like she was trying to hold back and failing miserably. “That’s it… yes, Hertor…” Her voice cracked, breaking as if she could no longer control herself, and a primitive pride swelled inside me. I squeezed her thighs with my hands, parting them even more, and went deeper with my tongue. Violet grabbed my hair hard, pulling, begging without words, forcing my face closer to her. I kept going, savoring every inch of her, my tongue circling that sensitive point that made her back arch and her moans grow louder.