Wet Goodnites Story Novels & Stories

"Kaia Keene, first you refuse to do your good deeds, and now you're making up lies." "I'm not lying! I ran out of money and got a part-time job. I met this old woman, and she wants me to give her a grandson—" I rushed to explain, desperate to make her believe me. She cut me off. "Then have the baby. Give them a healthy boy, and I'll count it as ten years' worth of good deeds. You won't have to worry about your daily good deed anymore." The call disconnected. I stared at the phone, stunned.

Maya pulled off and looked at me, lips shiny. “Your turn again.” I took him deeper this time. She stayed right there, kissing along the base, then lower. One of her hands slid between my legs from behind and found how soaked I still was. She pushed two fingers into me while I sucked her father, and the sound I made around his cock made him curse under his breath. We stayed like that for a while... trading, tasting, not really talking. Just the wet sounds and Dominic’s rough breathing and the occasional low “fuck” when one of us did something that hit him harder.

The kind of quiet that feels full. Finally he eased my leg back down and stood. “I’m retiring to bed. You need anything before I go?” I shook my head. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead. His lips is soft and warm. Lingering just a second longer than it should have. “Goodnight, Rain.” “Goodnight,” I managed. He left. The door clicked shut.

Every time I thought I was at my limit, Kade would whisper something cruel in my ear, or Brian would deliver a spank that reignited the fire in my blood, and I’d find a second wind. By mid-afternoon, I was lying splayed out on the rug, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I was covered in a film of their cum, my skin tacky and smelling of musk. The sheer stockings were torn, and the maid’s apron was hanging by a single string. Kade walked over and stood between my spread legs, looking down at me like I was something he’d found on the bottom of his shoe. "You're holding up better than I thought," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But we’re only halfway through day three. Brian and Ken have som

Her legs started convulsing uncontrollably after about three minutes of my continuous sucking and licking and her water fountain started running. Her eyes rolled backwards, moaning loudly as she came. I lapped at her juices drinking them up as she laid breathless on the couch. I took in every drop like they were precious milk I didn't want to waste. I stood up straight and shoved my sweatpants down. She gasped out loud as my thick length sprang free and protruded. Sienna stirred in her sleep, and I froze for a second, before she went back to sleep. I grinned at Wendy, my hand stroking my length before her. Her eyes were wide, staring at my dick like she had never seen anything like it before

"There's 30 grand here. It's part of the money from selling the old house. Keep it. Use it for daily expenses. You can spend it on food you like." She pushed it back. "No, we have retirement income. It's enough. Your dad's rehab costs a lot every month. You already have enough pressure." "Take it." I pressed it into her hand. "Christina is pregnant." She froze. Her face lit up with overwhelming joy. "R-Really?" "Really." I smiled. "Next year, you'll become a grandmother." She was so emotional she couldn't speak. Her tears kept falling. That night, Christina leaned against me and asked, "Have you really forgiven them?"

She slowly sat up seeing her in a calm state of manner licking its once wounded paw, that now lingered with her sweet scent. "Ok, I'll take that...As a thankyou?" She calmed herself and looked back at the wolf with amazing silver glowing eyes. (R) Oh no, Bambi. I haven't quite thanked you yet. For he wished to phase into his human self and surprise her with a hot passionate kiss, underneath the stary sky night. Ethan quickly caught on to his wolves sudden temptation and controlled him to the point where he almost felt like biting her. (E) Roman! (R) What? It's not like you don't want to.

Chapter 70 Regina's POV "You're so good at this, baby boy." I purred as one nightstand man kept pushing in and out of me. If only I had a tight pussy, he would've tore it apart with his fat shaft! It was just a few shit of tequilas that led to this. I didn't know I would get so wasted. And of course, I didn't know yesterday's night would get me a pretty boy like this...ah.. My cunt!

She notices it and asks. “Why are you so quiet, are you scared of this, shouldn't I have told you about it because it is already night? Yeah, it's night and you might get a nightmare about this. I'm sorry son, I should have waited till morning before telling you this, I shouldn't have said it now,” mom apologizes because she actually thinks I'm afraid of the news she brought me as it is already night and I'll be getting some sleep soon, but that's not the reason I'm quiet. I'm quiet because I actually feel guilty about all of this, I feel like I would have been able to do something.

Unless you help me out xx Emma: Goodbye, Zane xx Zane: Aw, you are no fun. Talk later xx It was worth a shot. At least I had something to look forward to later. When the meeting finally wrapped up, I bolted from the room, desperate for a drink and a hot shower. Back at my hotel, I stripped to my boxers, poured myself a Scotch, and let myself breathe for the first time all day. Just as I sat back, my phone buzzed. Emma. She had sent me a picture with the message: