Wrong Way Peach Fuzz Novels & Stories

Every single thing about Peaches pulled me in a way nothing else could ever. "I'm going to cum for you..." I grunted, my jaws clenching with the pleasure. Faster. Quicker. I was almost there. I was going to stain this cute hairband with my cum just like several of her hairbands. "I'm going to cum for you, Peaches..." It was at that moment that a beep came and I forced my shut eyes open. A message on the site. She did it. My Peaches sent the fucking message. I couldn't hold it in any longer.

She came to me and pecked me on the cheek. "Don't think too much I know you don't like offending mum. Just give her time." She winked and patted my back before she left. I sighed and slumped on my chair. I ruffled my hair and swerved left and right. She's right, I don't like offending mum. I chuckled at the memory of how I got shot on the arm and that particular girl...that crazy girl.. |•TWO DAYS AGO•| "Frank you copy?" I asked through my ear pod as I got down from my car. I adjusted the collar of my shirt and I smirked. I walked into the arcade with my men trailing behind me. I sighted King at a table and I took mighty steps to him.

The growl rose a notch, soft but warning, yet she shifted her nose upward in what seemed like reluctant consent. Carefully, he peeled back the bandage. The wounds looked… better. Much better than he had any right to expect in so short a time. The suspicion gnawed at him. Could they really heal that fast? His fingers traced along the edge of the fur as he examined the skin beneath, and he froze again at the softness, the warmth, and the scent. Honey. Sunshine. He shook his head, brow furrowing. How could fur smell like sunshine? Her head snapped down, eyes locking onto his. Heart stuttering—not fear, not exactly—but something unfamiliar, a shock of recognition that set every nerve alight. Unb

I said: send that to Felix. He said: already done. Forty minutes ago. I said: before you even got home. He said: yes. I said: what did Felix say. He said: he's running the plate from the car. He says: the plate is partially visible at the edge of the frame. He's working on it. I looked at him standing on his side of the island in his jacket that he still hadn't taken off and I thought: this man has been managing three things at once since before he walked through the door and he came home anyway and he put food on the counter.

The once good idea of Ezra making her happy now sounds more like a nightmare to him as his jealousy takes over. Right away he pulls his shirt off panting in rage, ready to shift into his wolf to pursue Vida and Ezra at once. He is trembling furiously, not able to control himself. He changes in an instant ready to sniff the air to try and find them. It doesn’t take him long at all to get a whiff of the sweet smell that surrounds Vida. Almost blind he runs towards the forest where the scent seems to get a bit stronger.

I can hear her bitter chuckle from my earpiece. " Regina, quit it." Roxie's voice comes in through my earpiece. I perch at a corner of the club, pretending to smoke a cigarette. Something I don't usually do, but you gotta fit in here or you get kicked out. My outfit is a simple leather extremely short skirt and a red crop top that shows a decent amount of my breasts and ankle boots. And to top the bad girl look, I had on a trench coat, something I shouldn't wear in here. But who cares? Being all too slutty isn't my thing. It's Regina Foxx's thing.

Charlie is the dish, and she’s about to get well done. Charlie looked down at her naked peach. She had even shaved last Thursday. It had to serve its purpose, right? Inner Devil: ‘This peach is ripe, smooth, and begging for bites. Let’s not waste produce.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Taylor’s gonna love that peach-like it’s his last meal.’ She figured the sound of the shower and being inside the bathroom would help muffle any cries of passion. So, the shower was definitely better. Inner Devil: ‘Soundproof and steam-powered? Genius. Cue the steamy symphony, maestro.’

Damien also looked at me, his gaze darkening for a moment. “A friend.” I put my phone face down and picked up the box of marzipan he had specially brought back for me. I unwrapped one and placed it in my mouth. I used to love this flavor the most. Now, it only tasted sickeningly sweet and bitter at the same time, just like this marriage. Covered in sugar on the outside, while rotten underneath. Damien looked at me as if waiting for a reaction. “Is it good? If you like it, I’ll buy more next time.”

Soon, a bus arrived, but time seemed to fly by with the bus that seemed to be moving too slow, too slow even though it was at the normal speed. The moment the bus arrived at the company, Tessa was the first to get out of the bus. She walked hurriedly towards the entrance when her feet tripped and a snap sound echoed in her ear. Her bewildered eyes moved to her legs. One of the heel shoes had snapped. “ Seriously?!” She screamed, her eyes filled with frustration. She quickly grabbed the second shoe and began hitting the heel against the floor to snap the heel off. The longer she did that, the more frustrated she got and the moment it came off, she didn't wait calmly to finish wearing the shoe