Wlw Spicy Novels & Stories

I bit my lower lip before grabbing the water Francisco was about to drink. He uttered something, but due to spices, he couldn’t speak that much. I bit my lower lip before standing up and getting few more glasses for the to use and cold water inside the fridge. Even Maxwell himself. He’s calmed, but his face was turning red. “Do you plan on killing us using s-spices?” Francisco’s apprentice asked. I immediately shook my head as a response. “Of course not!” “It’s really spicy, Miss R-Raviora.” Lily said.

We had just finished the last few chips when Nyla suddenly started fanning her mouth with her hand, tongue sticking out slightly as she tried to cool it down. “Hot… hot…” she whimpered, blowing air onto her tongue in that adorable, desperate way. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Let me get you some water.” I quickly went downstairs, grabbed a glass of cold water, and came back up. She took it gratefully and drank it in big gulps, but even after finishing the glass, she was still fanning her mouth, tongue out, eyes watery from the spice. “Is it that spicy for you?” I asked, amused. “I don’t feel it that much.”

Elara The door of the Velvet Sin closes behind me with a dull click, muffled by the heavy bass beat vibrating the floor beneath my stiletto heels. Two minutes. Two damn minutes late, and already, I feel their gaze on me, his gaze above all. The air is thick, heavy with the smell of sweat, leather, and that sickeningly sweet cheap perfume the submissives spray on themselves before getting on all fours. The dim lights, blood red and electric purple, draw shifting shadows over the packed bodies, some already naked, others still clad in latex or lace, waiting their turn. I don't have time to adjust my dress—a piece of black silk slit to the hip, barely held by a studded leather belt—when his han

Lira laughs darkly, pulling the tail free with a pop. The wet spade presses against my tight asshole and pushes in without mercy. “Ahhh!” I scream, the burn is intense—stretching, filling both holes at once. Her cock and tail work in rhythm, one slamming my cunt while the other fucks my ass deeper. “Oh this feels so good. Oh fuck. Oh yes, Lira. Fuck me harder…. Deeper.” The words falling out of my mouth are uncontrollable, just like my moans and my pussy dripping juices like a leaking faucet.

He had never met a witch even once in his life… until now. “Sriwijaya Witch.” Rob spat forward in disgust. Within a few meters, the male witch stopped and cocked his head quietly. He exclaimed in a clear and emotionless voice, “You are allowed to turn around and discourage yourself from going wherever you are going now.” Rob took a step forward. “Since when did this street belong to you, traitor?” The witch smiled crookedly. “Since The Cursed and Wolvire gave me orders to stop you.” Saga and Justin gasped when they heard the word wolvire mentioned.