Xxx Madre Borracha の小説・ストーリー

She cried. “You tell me.” Her mother arched a brow, but her expression softened. “You were an absolute mess yesterday night.” Veronica pulled herself upright slightly, dragging the covers around her body like a shield. Her hands trembled as she massaged her temples. “What are you talking about?” She asked, looking very confused. “You came home wasted,” her mother answered flatly. “You could barely stand on your own and you reeked of tequila and trouble. There was vomit all over your clothes and the hallway wasn’t spared at all,” She narrated the events of yesterday for her.

Her mother cut her short before they could even exchange pleasantries, and hung up right after. “Danger” was all Marie needed to hear she got dressed, and dashed right out of the hotel. On getting out, she realized she was in one of the biggest and most expensive hotels in the city, but that was the least of her worries. “At least, I didn’t sleep with an homeless man”

he cussed at me. I stepped forward to argue, but my mom pulled me back from the floor. “Beatrice, let’s leave.” There was meekness, caution, and even fear written all over her face! “Tarni Roth, you pushed me and thought you could just walk away? You truly act like the daughter of a mistress! You have no manners whatsoever!” Immediately after, Tarni grabbed a nearby bottle of red wine and hurled it at us. My mom tried to shield me, but I noticed the bruises and wounds all over her body. They were festering and covered in pus.

My father agreed we should go to sleep. Within minutes he was out cold. I moved off him and rolled onto my side. My body felt drained, and my vagina was soar from what my father did to it. I still passed out quickly. I woke up the following morning with my back to my father. He was pushed against me as I laid there motionless. We were no longer under the influence of alcohol. I was terrified at how we would react to last night. Was he going to be upset, I thought. Was he going to be disappointed with me? Because we were drunk when everything happened, I wasn't sure how he would react. I stayed frozen in place when I felt him move. He couldn't see my face, so he didn't know if I was awake. Th

“In the hospital.” The room tilted. My mother gasped. Vane stepped forward. “What happened?” Laurent’s jaw tightened. “She was… injured. Last night. By Victoria.” The name dropped like a stone. Vane went still. My mother covered her mouth with her hand. I felt sick. “How bad?” I asked. Voice barely above a whisper. “Bad enough that she needed stitches. A fractured hand. Bruised ribs. Concussion. She’s stable now. Awake. Angry.” He paused.

—slipped partly into view. Bang! I crashed hard onto the floor, my knees and elbows striking painfully enough to leave dark bruises. Lying on the ground, I raised a trembling hand and struggled to open the door. "Madre!" Carlo rushed inside. At that moment, the door of the guest room next door was yanked open. Marco rushed in, his clothes disheveled. "What happened?" "Madre accidentally fell," Carlo reported with his head lowered, though his gaze briefly flicked toward the corner of the document peeking out beneath the rug.

she said hugging him. “Mamá déjame ir, me estás avergonzando” he said in a deep voice. The woman looked at Matilda. She walked towards her and hugged her. “Debes ser mi nuera” she said smiling. “Amm…” she looked at Easton. “Mamá no puede hablar español, habla inglés con ella” he said exhausted. “Opps sorry I forgot you are from Canada, you can’t speak Spanish, I am Christina Fanaggaen his mother” she said smiling, her English accent was Spanish.

"I couldn't reach you. I couldn't call you. I went everywhere looking for you. Everywhere." "Oh come on, Maddison. You're not a child anymore." As if she even cared then. "You're a grown ass woman and I'm allowed to have fun." She stepped closer. And the smell of alcohol assaulted my nostrils. Strong and sour. It made my eyes water even more. "You're drunk right now? Really? Are you ever sober?!" The tears started spilling down my cheeks. "Just a few drinks, baby. Never hurt anyone." I clutched my chest. Fingers digging in. Like if I pressed hard enough I could hold all the broken pieces together. "You're hurting me, Mom! You're fucking hurting me!"

with her legal team. On the way to the pub, she sent a message to Annabelle, "WE WON," followed minutes later by another message, "At pub now, will be home late and probably half pissed." Annabelle was delighted for her mother and sent her congratulations. She got home in time to watch the six o'clock news. She was so proud of her gorgeous, sexy mother, she started to finger herself while she watched the very attractive blonde haired newsreader, an occasional subject of her masturbation fantasies, say her mother's name, and show footage of the statement on the steps. She knew that the local news would probably air an even longer report at six thirty, so she went into the kitchen, opened a b

"Phoenix, Arizona. I'm Madison, though my friends call me Mak and I'd be happier if you did the same. My husband is Xavier Moon." I know the name. I've heard my brother curse it enough times. It doesn't explain what I'm doing here. "You took a hit to the head and have acute propofol intoxication, which can be deadly. Austin should have thought of that before he gave it to you." The censure in her words makes me take a closer look at her. She's beautiful and dressed in an elegant skirt and blouse. My head is clearing by the second and I have so many more questions.