Yor X Yuri Novels & Stories

My fingers were almost completely sucked inside. Then Yuria mounted him and used her hand to insert his C*ck inside her. When she had him deep inside, she started a steady rotation of her hips. As she walked, the margins of her pale blue garment brushed my exposed stomach and thighs. With the skirts of the dress spread out around her, Yuria rode atop him, appearing like a soft, massive mushroom that had silently peeked its face up through the dead leaves on the ground and opened under the protecting wings of night. Her v*gina felt simultaneously warm and freezing.

Her face heated, and she averted her sight. The YHRA, as I recently realized, is very different from Lesley. Yhra has a distinctive appearance, including a sharp nose, pouty lips, and pale complexion. "W-what? Don't talk in such a snooty tone." As I caress her cheeks, I can't help but smile.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

The other stripper before her grimaced. “Yeah, like she’d be proud you’re using her name for this job.” “Oh come on! Sex work is work!” Rose defended loudly. “How about you? What’s with Euphoria, pale girl?” She then turned to me when the latter ignored her. “She’s Cath. Am I right?” Another girl, whom I heard is Giana aka Victoria batted her eyes at me. Shyly, I nodded. “She’s young and she goes to school so she’s smart. Give it to her if she wants the name Euphoria.”

But when I looked at his feet, my eyebrows rose. It's like the poison I felt earlier has also disappeared. He was wearing white socks and Nike slides. "Hello Wines," said Yuri who silenced my two friends. But later Wella screamed again. Thrill, thrill fifty. "Calm down, you already have a jowa. Yuri also has one okay?" Wella's eyes immediately shifted to me because of what I said. "Yuri already has a girlfriend?!" I shrugged. The room was suddenly silent. Cali turned off the loud speaker and paused the video.

She opens the door, and Lily saunters in, her blonde tresses flowing behind her. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, land on Yuri, a smirk playing on her lips. “Well, well, well,” she drawls, her voice laced with amusement. “Look who finally decided to show up. Mexico wasn’t treating you so well, huh?” Yuri scoffs, his arms crossing defensively over his broad chest. He leans against the chair, radiating an aura of simmering annoyance. “Perhaps you shouldn’t send cryptid voice notes if you actually don't want my immediate attention,” he retorts, his voice low and edged with sarcasm.

He probably forgot all about her. Yuri got Celine a glass of Pinot Grigio and a whiskey for himself and sat in Sebastian’s seat to keep Celine company. She found out that Yuri was from Moscow and knew Sebastian from university. She hadn’t told him who she was, but he knew. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to guess. If their publicity or the seating arrangement hadn’t given her away, her watching Sebastian and the scarlet-haired harlot did. Yuri inclined his head toward Sebastian and asked, “Is that who you came with?”

"Ride this one out and take me with you. I know you can come harder than that." He would surely bruise, as hard as she bucked her hips against him. Reid slammed back and soon, she was bouncing, making hard contact between his thick head and her deep seated magic spot. Tasha swirled her hips while a blinding orgasm nipped at the corners of her concentration. She pulled Reid's hands to her thighs. "Harder! Yes, baby, that's it!" They came together in a hot, oozing collision of lust. Even her sweat seemed thicker.

Callum’s grip in my hair tightened, not forcing but guiding, his hips rocking gently. “You look so fucking perfect like this. Taking us both. Our girl.” *Our girl.* The words sank into me, warm and filthy and terrifyingly right. I sucked him harder, tears pricking my eyes from the depth, spit dripping down my chin.

the Harpy repeated it, “Yuri pretty name. Yuri like Lily like Amanda name?” “Yes,” Amanda replies, “Yuri also means Lily. Do you like it?” “Yes!” Yuri replied, “Me like the name!” “Then from now on you shall be called Yuri,” Amanda said and embraced Yuri from the back, “You may also start referring to yourself as Yuri.” “Yes! Me- Yuri is happy!” Yuri indeed sounded happy, but her voice is also quivering. She is too happy that she could not stop herself from crying. They stayed together like that for a moment. Amanda did not notice the shadow that was hiding behind the door.