Zade And Adeline Fanart Spicy の小説・ストーリー

Zaros groaned, focusing on pleasuring her with his hot breath in her wet puddle. He continued his intimate exploration, and Adira's moans grew louder. Her voice softened and turned raspy as the pleasure intensified. Zaros, aware of the long tongue he possessed, reached deep inside her, hitting the A-spot of her pleasure. Adira's grip on his hair intensified, causing him discomfort, but she was too lost in her ecstasy to notice. Zaros groaned on her pussy, his hot breath making her shudder.

But it was welcomed. Zade’s tongue abandoned its post and ventured up my stomach, planting gentle kisses as he went. It was as if he had a meticulous map and refused to leave any spot unmarked. Soon, his large body slid beside me, and his strong hands positioned me onto my side. Zade’s fingers eagerly parted my thighs, slipping inside with practised precision.

And I couldn't blame him if that was the case because the sex was unlike anything I had ever imagined despite what Riley had told me about her wedding night. Sex with Zade was out of this world and I meant it. He had a way with his fingers. Why last night I couldn't say a thing as his fingers pumped inside me, I didn't even know there was a way anyone could do that with his fingers. Add in his crude words , his tender kisses and his hands roaming everywhere on my body and I was a hot slick mess. Then came the part with the chocolate and I believe Zade and I would haunt people for eternity if we showed them just how good chocolate could be used for pleasure.

~Ivory~ King Zeeb flopped down on the handcrafted couch in the room, his tall frame sinking into the cushion as he crossed his long legs. He gave me a piercing gaze that sent sparks of connection through my body. I swallowed hard, trying to resist his charming pull. He ran his hand through his long hair as he spoke in the softest tone, momentarily husky, “You’re Maya; she’s Adeline,” he paused, his gaze never leaving mine as he added.

“Tonight, we delve deeper, Elena. Tonight, you face the truth of your desires.” Elena’s breath hitched as he brought the candle closer, the heat from the flame dancing over her skin. He tipped it, allowing a single drop of wax to fall onto her shoulder. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before—a sharp sting followed by a warm, almost comforting caress. She closed her eyes, trying to process the mix of pain and pleasure. He continued to dribble the wax, tracing intricate patterns over her body. The droplets grew more frequent, the heat more intense. She bit her lip, her eyes watering, but she made no sound. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was breaking

I cried as my fingers went faster, and my mind constructed an image I was too horny to push away. Zadyre’s fingers replacing mine, his dark eyes sweeping over my whimpering body and his mouth in a smirk. I tried to imagine James, his sweet tenderness a contrast to Zadyre’s coldness, but Zadyre kept forcing his way through, his imaginary hand just as hard on me as his real hand. “That’s it, Brielle.” Imaginary Zadyre whispered. “Fuck my finger and earn that orgasm.” “Zadyre!” I gasped and a powerful yet shameful orgasm ripped through me, leaving me breathless and my fingers sticky.

Adam finally spoke, the man glanced at Zean with his sharp and dark eyes, of course Zean would not be affected by those cynical eyes, he was used to it. "I've never had a girlfriend before, do you think dating is fun? Suicide is another name for slow suicide, imagine you have to type love messages all the time, then you have to update your lover all the time, I'd better hire a prostitute from on having a girlfriend." Zean took a deep breath, then took a lazy glance at a shop across the street, before a few seconds later he completely opened his eyes when he saw Elina coming out of the shop. Zean immediately glanced at Adam, who was clearly looking at Elina intently.

But everything felt distant, dreamy The bed dipped again. A rich, warm scent filled the air… vanilla, sweet and familiar. Her favorite. Definitely from the bag! Her eyelids finally cooperated enough to lift to see Johnny kneeling over her, cock hard and up close, now smeared thickly with the vanilla body spread. The creamy white glistened along his length She didn’t hesitate. She leaned up and lapped at the base, tasting sweet vanilla and salt. Then she went higher— with slow, deliberate licks along the solid shaft. She swirled her tongue around the head, flicking the slit, collecting every drop.

“One last time…” He whispered breathlessly to her. “I’ll f*ck you one last time before I send you away.” He pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it across the room, and Denae kept her legs open, impatiently waiting for him to slide between them. Her fingers were still creating circular motions against her clit, her eyes holding a gaze filled with nothing but lust. Zaid unbuttoned his pants, the thick, jeans material falling to his feet and he kicked it off. His steps were slow, almost predatory as he walked back over to where Denae was, settling between her legs. “Why’d you have to smell so good?”

Adeline ordered firmly. But Zarek ignored her plea, advancing with unsteady steps. His whiskey-soaked breath enveloped her. Adeline recoiled, repulsed. Zarek's touch made her skin crawl. He grasped her wrists, pinning her to the bed. Adeline's heart pounded. "Zarek, stop! This is madness!" she protested. Zarek's face contorted, a twisted mix of longing and aggression. His lips crushed hers in a sloppy, forceful kiss.