อ่อนไหว Novels & Stories

"Please help me, God bless you as you do so." The kid spoke these words with every ounce of energy that lurked within him. The tone of his voice was nothing louder than a squeaking mouse caught in a trap. He was so thin that one as old as the priest she had just met could easily count his ribs without the aid of any lens.

she said taking his shirt off, she pushed him back on the bed, and went straight to his nipples. Alex gasped, his nipples were super sensitive and Amanda knew that, she nibbbed and the flesh, making Alex whimper at the tease. The knock came again, and again, followed by the bell rings. Amanda raised her head up in anger. "Who the fuck could that be?" She asked angrily.

I swear, I heard Ace growl as I moved across the swell of my breast, squeezing them just enough to have my nipples turning taut. Moving further down, I used the soap suds to caress my clit. I could feel Ace's eyes on me, they could have penetrated right through me when I moved in a small circle and moaned because of how sensitive I was. "Fuck!" I heard Ace curse and when my gaze flew up, I found him palming the massive bulge in his sweats, "why don't you be a good girl and spread yourself for me?" I quirked an eyebrow at him, "Maybe because I'm not a good girl."

Amy glared at them coldly, and the girls scurried off. * Cleared throat*

It stabilized again. Her chest tightened. “So it is reactive now,” she said. “Yes,” Adrian replied. A pause. “And fragile.” Silence. Anna pressed her fingers lightly against her palm. The sensation required focus to remain consistent. If she drifted mentally, even touch became uncertain. She frowned. “This is unbearable.” Elsewhere, Adrian answered softly. “Yes.” A pause. “But still functional.” Silence. Anna let out a slow breath. “I think functional is becoming meaningless.” Adrian did not disagree.

is all he says, in an impassive tone. "I don't have time for it," Elijah replied after a brief second. His tone was nonchalant as always. Whatever the person on the other side of the line said had him mumbling something under his breath, seemingly pissed. It was beyond obvious he was beginning to lose his calm, judging from the ticking of his muscles. "I said I don't have time," This tone was crisp.

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD. Juicy dumped the bundle into the first washer and when her arms were free she covered her face with her hands. 'I AM in a vegetative state. I got hit in the head, I was in a coma and I'm no longer of sound mind and body.' Juicy began to pace. Absently she adjusted her bra. Her left breast felt full and sensitive from Troy's attention. Juicy closed her eyes and covered her breasts with the palms of her hands. But Lordie did he know how to work on some titties, not to mention making her cum like that. What man had ever wanted to kiss her for nearly an hour?

His expression was unreadable, but there was a tension in his posture that hadn’t been there before. “Good morning, ma’am,” he said, his tone as neutral as ever. “Is there anything you need today?” Lisa hesitated, searching his face for any sign of duplicity. But Adonis was a master at hiding his emotions. If he knew anything about her midnight excursion, he wasn’t letting on. “Yes, there is,” she said, choosing her words carefully. “I need your help with something, but it’s... sensitive. It requires discretion.” Adonis’s gaze sharpened slightly, but he gave a curt nod. “Of course, ma’am. What do you need?”