Novel & Cerita Victorious Kissing

He wasn’t going to use me like he did yesterday and throw me away after like I was one of his sluts. I twisted my head from him, trying to escape his punishing kiss but to no avail. His hand grabbed both my wrists and pinned them to the wall above me as his other hand grabbed my nape and forced my mouth open. He dove in, dominating me. I attempted to push him out with my tongue but to no avail. It only seemed like our tongues were fighting for dominance. He pushed and conquered like he owned my mouth. It was like he knew every corner.

“Watching you grow into this stunning, confident woman. Wanting to touch you. To taste you. Knowing it was wrong. Until that message last night… I couldn’t hold back anymore.” The dam broke. I stepped forward and kissed him. Victor groaned into my mouth, pulling me hard against his solid body. His kiss was hungry, deep, and passionate — nothing like the boys I’d been with. His big hands roamed over my back, down to my ass, squeezing possessively as our tongues tangled. “We can’t get caught,” he murmured against my lips, even as he backed me toward the couch. “Door’s locked?” “Yes,” I breathed. “Locked. No one can know. Ever.”

Reid beside him, smile gone, replaced by something darker, hungrier. She lifted her chin. “Maybe I’ve been waiting for you to stop.” Victor moved like he’d been given permission. His mouth crashed onto hers—possessive, claiming, tasting of beer and smoke and want. One hand cupped the back of her neck; the other slid under the hem of her sundress, callused fingers finding bare thigh, then higher. She gasped into his kiss when he discovered she was soaked—no panties, just slick heat waiting.

I tell him and smile. Victor looks into my eyes and cups my face in his hands. “I love you, too.” I'm not sure how it happened, but soon Victor is thrusting inside of me and I'm moving against him to the same rhythm. “Just like that,” I pull away from our kiss to groan. “Like this,” Victor presses against me, making me crazy. My legs begin to shake and tense up, I clench my Kegels and arch my back. I turn my head and Victor starts kissing my neck.

I walk toward her and sweep her into my arms, the rapture of my eventual victory making me feel elated. I capture her mouth in a long and passionate kiss, and she responds with equal fervor, her slender fingers cupping the back of my head. I hadn't noticed her arrival, too focused on winning this time. Being defeated five times was devastating, but the eventual victory compensated for the past losses. Her fingers weave through my hair, caressing my skull while gently tugging at my hair. Her hand roam over my chest, exploring, and I yield to her touch. Our kiss soon transforms from a mild greeting and jubilant embrace into a fervent make-out session.

Vincenzo gripped his chin and pulled him towards him, causing Wade to wince. "Vincenzo, you motherfucker-" A hot searing kiss ensued between the two men, with Vincenzo taking the lead, kissing up and swallowing whatever vulgar curse Wade threw at him, their tongues fighting for dominance. Very soon, Wade couldn't resist, his sanity thrown into a trashcan called pleasure as he let Vincenzo pressed him up against the wall, the bulge in his pants swelling more and more. Wade's cock throbbed in the confines of his pants, begging to be released and touched.

The man's tears increased which calmed the woman. "Chaos. I-I don't mean I'm going away, I-we can't talk anymore. We can still be friends--" "Friend?" The man laughed simply "So you treat me as a friend? Just a friend?" His gaze deepened on the woman. "Chaos, listen--" The woman's eyes widened when the man suddenly kissed her. It touched both of her cheeks and even more covered her entire lip. Khione had her eyes open, while Hades continue to savor the moment. He can taste the sweetness of her lips, the softness of it.

The contact was soft, tentative at first, but the spark between us flared instantly, igniting something deep and uncontrollable. Victor’s response was immediate. He pulled me close, his strong, muscular arms wrapping around me, drawing me against him. The kiss deepened, passion intensifying with each second, growing from gentle to something fierce, almost needy. My fingers found their way to the back of his neck, clutching him like he was the only thing grounding me in the world.

'Fuck. I pulled down his boxers and kissed his cock, rubbed it against my face and cheek, so soft. I looked up and he was smiling at me. I began to lick it, to make out with it. My mouth was very dry from the salt and I felt like I had a furred tongue. I put his whole cock in my mouth and aimed it toward the back of my throat, gagging, making some more saliva. He moaned and softly tousled my hair with his hands. He got a little firmer but not hard yet and so I had to hold it in my fist. I sucked and jerked gently, but he would not get fully hard. I began to lick his balls. I put them in my mouth. My chin rested on the place where his tail met his skin. The scales were slimy and hard at the s

The Lizzy he knew was very good at kissing, and they would have a hot kiss. "Kiss me back," asked Asher. Cerise's heart raced. All the blood seemed to run under her feet. She covered her eyes as Asher sucked her lower lip and sucked her tongue. It was disgusting at first, but Cerise tried to move. She took turns sucking Asher's tongue. The man smiled. Even though she was amateur and stiff, Asher felt like he was reunited with Lizzy. Asher pushed Lizzy's body against the wall and squeezed the girl's hair, and it was like he was teaching Lizzy how to kiss.