Vanilla Sonic Novels & Stories

Bringing my head back up from her core, I wiped my lips on the back of my hand. "Tastes like vanilla!" I said, licking the remaining drops on my lips. You have no idea of my late obsession with vanilla. Firstly, because vanilla is her favorite flavor and now it is mine too. And secondly, she literally tastes like vanilla. I gave her a sexy grin, tossing the bottle of whipped cream away, not before lathering her boobs in it. Trailing my lips from her stomach to her chest, I bit her nipple as I reached it. Her hands instantly found their way into my hair, clutching and tugging them in the process. Arching her back further, she shoved her boobs more in my face. I continued sucking and, without

' His free hand slapped her ass lightly, reigniting the soreness, making her clench. 'Talk,' he commanded, increasing the speed. The buzz intensified, sending waves to her pussy, pussy aching to be filled. Nia panted, words tumbling. 'Vince needs deniability. Route through proxies... oh god, slower.' Vardo ignored, angling the vibe to tap her entrance, dipping in shallow before retreating to her clit. Her walls fluttered emptily, craving more. 'Proxies like my shell companies? Smart. But I want veto power on inspections.' He ground the toy harder, her moans turning to whimpers, body trembling on the edge.

After making the payment, Vincent took Birdie's hand and walked out of the cake shop. "Birdie, are you ready?" Vincent asked. "What?" Birdie was confused. Then, she saw Vincent reveal a cunning smirk. Vincent patted MAVIS and said, "Turn on your Bluetooth speaker." "Yes, young master!" MAVIS pressed a button and a yodeling tune suddenly blasted through the air. Vincent and Birdie were perplexed. Vincent was initially stunned. Then, he angrily smacked MAVIS. "MAVIS, you played the wrong audio file! Why do you always save these weird songs?"

“Gonna squirt—fuck—Vanessa—” “Do it,” Vanessa growled against her. “Come all over my face. Soak me.” Chloe did—back arching off the bed, a gush of slick coating Vanessa’s chin, her neck, dripping onto the sheets. Vanessa drank it down, moaning like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. When Chloe finally collapsed, panting, Vanessa crawled up, kissed her slow and deep—sharing the taste of both of them. They weren’t done. Vanessa reached into the nightstand drawer—pulled out a thick, curved dildo, purple silicone, ridged. She slicked it with lube, then handed it to Chloe.

Chapter 178: Tangled Alliances Sonia's POV The neon lights of Club Velvet pulsed through the one-way glass of the VIP booth like a heartbeat on steroids. Bass thumped so hard it vibrated in my ribcage. I leaned back against cracked leather, legs crossed, sequined thong riding high, stilettos dangling from one foot. Another night. Another rotation. Another layer of glitter and lies. My phone buzzed on the low table in front of me. Lucas. Again.

Bunny turned his face in a different direction and mumbled, "..." " WHAT?" But Bunny didn't turn his head nor react. Vihaan again retorted loudly," I don't have a sonic sound system. Can't you speak clearly!?" Bunny scratched his temple and exclaimed," Ah!... I… I AM HERE ALL THE TIME WITH YOU. I DON'T HAVE ANY PLACE TO GO."

Scheriziel asked as she sniffed on him again. "Perfume? I haven't sprayed anything since yesterday because you said you hated my smell, though you used to love that scent from lavender," he replied. "But you smell like vanilla right now," she replied. Viishaun chuckled and kissed his wife's forehead after. "Maybe, you're just hungry. Come, let's have breakfast." "Come, Vinny." "Tsk! Vinny again," Viishaun mumbled as he rolled his eyes. "Can we have Fried r****h with vanilla cream, Vanilla ice cream with whip cream, and vanilla cake?"

"This is fun." Vanilla completed her studies at Columbia University, New York. During her stay in New York she filled her free time by taking countless baking and cooking courses. She wants to be like her mother and of course because she is the only daughter, she is automatically the future successor of Vanilla Bakery. Vanilla's father died when she was fifteen years old and Xaviera chose not to remarry until now even though Vanilla doesn't mind at all if she has a stepfather.