Wet Confession 소설 & 이야기

I don't mind Wave's messages on facebook because I know he never opens his account, unless he's going to post our pics and something important. "Wow, dumb. I also received a lot of messages but I just ignore girls, you know..." Amari rolled his eyes to Ivan. "You never received any messages from hot girls. Oh well you received some messages but not from pretty girls, but from gays. Your charisma is kinda different." We all laughed for what Loony said. "Shut the fuck up bro." I've searched the secret files confession and saw the latest post. It was anonymous. "Fuck you Venice, you're such bitch and slut. I just hope you will die and someone will cut your annoying face." Rigel read the latest

Like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. “I don’t know if I can trust you,” I said, the words feeling like a confession. “But I want to. I really do.” He didn’t speak right away, but I saw a flicker of something in his eyes—hope, maybe, or relief. I wasn’t sure. But it was enough to make me feel like I wasn’t the only one struggling with this. We were both standing at the edge of something unknown, something dangerous, but at the same time, something we couldn’t resist.

beside me. I found this yesterday when I went out to get something ” she said and showed me front of the book which was written on it ” MAGIC AND POWERS ( how to control them ) “. ” I found something about a confessor inside ” she said and dropped the book on the bed. ” What about confessor ?” I asked. ” Well according to the book, they’re ancient order of women sworn to find the truth no matter how people may try to hide it ” she said. ” Does that mean I’m ancient? ” I asked and she burst into laughter. ” Alaina you’re funny ” she said and laughed again. I sighed and looked away from her. ” Apart from the ancient stuff what other things do confessor’s do, like what’s their ability and what

“P-Please…” I balled my fists and swallowed hard. I bore my eyes to him, lazily meeting his pleading orbs. “You have to confess everything to me, so I can finally forget my feelings.” Pain crossed his eyes. I saw how tears formed at the corner of that beautiful ocean eyes full of misery and regrets. I looked away, I can't even withstand his stares. “Tell me everything, so I can move on.” “I don't want you to move on…” his hoarse voice cracked.

I hissed, as though I were afraid someone might overhear me. Then I went over and felt the floor. There was a wet spot. “Oh God,” I moaned, and closed my eyes in pain. “What?” “It’s… it’s wet,” I said, barely able to bring myself to say it. “Where we had sex.” Glug glug glug. I looked down to see Connor very deliberately pouring out his bottled water on the carpet. “Ooops,” he said. “Look at that. Spilled my water.” “Cut that out!”

"Describe it." "My pussy's so wet, Father, lips puffy and red, clit throbbing like a little dick. I'm stretching it open, imagining your tongue flicking inside. Oh fuck—I'm cumming!" Her body convulsed, hips bucking as she squirted onto the confessional floor, clear fluid splattering. She rode the waves, fingers pumping through the gush, until she slumped, panting.

My slight change of position drives the tip further in! It pushes my soaked cotton pants into my wetness. The jab sparks a wave of sweetness all over my sensitive skin. ‘Oh, fuck…’ I groan in my head and clap my knees. I can't be cursing in the chapel! And I certainly shouldn't be feeling this on the holy ground. But in my defense, I only wanted to hide it from my mum... I didn't mean any of this to happen. The cross is heavy on my neck and confession in my heart. The spot where the cross lays, burns.

Rain let out a sharp, ragged gasp, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of my hips. "What's stopping you from staying inside me all day?" I whispered into his mouth, my eyes locking onto his. "Nothing," he rasped, his jaw clenching hard. "Absolutely nothing." I leaned in closer, my lips brushing his earlobe as I gave him the ultimate confession. "I'm not wearing any panties, Rain... and I am already so wet. I'm dripping all over your thigh."

That was the moment I knew I had him. And I wasn’t stopping now. I slid my fingers down, right there in the booth. Spread my thighs wider. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet. “I’m touching myself now,” I whispered. “And I’m so fucking wet, Father.” He cursed under his breath. A priest. Cursing. For me. I pressed my forehead to the screen and moaned softly, slow and sweet. “Do you want to see?” “No,” he said. But his voice was shaking.

growled dirty. Dropped wet kisses on neck, buried face between thighs bent over counter. Tongue battled core, sucking. Intoxicated; grasped breast, moaned hushed. "Ahhh... don't stop... here?" Wide quiet scream. Saliva sprinkled, mouthed pussy, sucked. "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh." Fluid more, fingers through two pounding rough. "Harder... harder brother's fingers!" Arched subtle. Deeper pumps. "Aaaaaaa..... hhhhh!" Muffled climax, he licked clean.