Glam Freddy の小説・ストーリー

Felix glared at Freddo “What he needs now is rest and not that alcohol in your mind!” Felix almost yelled to Freddos face “That's okay guys, we can celebrate if that's what Freddo wants” “Yess….” Freddo dance in excitement, while the others shook their heads in annoyance

Carefully I hooked my fingers into the lacy waist of her panties and ever so slowly I gently pulled them down to her knees to feast on the first sight of her pussy. Berl's pussy was bare, not hair in sight, plump a deep slit, pink lips poking out, shiny wet, inviting. Exposed like that I bent to seize the moment but with a girlish giggle she forestalled me and her hands were suddenly covering and hiding her jewel box, I looked up at her questioningly? "Freddy loved this, he adored my little lady, but it was very very hairy then, he said he hair held the pussy smell he like....do you like he smell of pussy my love??"

CAMILLA ~•~ "Highway to hell!" "Highway to hell!" I turned to Freddie and chuckled, leaning against the window slide of his Toyota Camry. He had bis dark shades on, a blue and white floral patterned shirt and grey Nike shorts. The man was a sucker for all things Nike, and Vans too. California's breeze swept past my face. My hair would have flown with it like the girls in the movies do, but it was wrapped in a tight pony tail above my head. And Freddie, helped me do my edges. Yes. My best friend was weird.

Greg got the message, because he didn't say anything after. My eyes began to itch. I could tell the tears were gathering up fast. Just in that moment, Freddy walked in. He had some branded club t-shirt on and a duffel bag strapped across his chest. His blonde hair looked damp and disheveled — carefree like he had always been. He walked casually to the dining table, settling into one of the chairs like he couldn't see any of us, his eyes scanning the content of the table — through every plate and glass until they fell on mine.

He shows no sign of disgust, instead he tops up my third glass. “And, what else? What else happened after they saw you?” I glance at the contents of the glass, the red liquid swirling in there, that day playing at the back of my head, the screams of horror, cries of disappointment. I chug the glass. “Slow down.” he chides, peeling the glass from me. “And Freddy made it his life’s mission to save the family from embarrassment. He was going to un-gay me, no matter what. That’s what he called it too.” I chuckle, but it’s bitter.

Her arms were crossed, lips curled into a smile that held no warmth. “So this is where liars still show their faces,” Wendy said loudly. Laughter erupted. Of course everyone was encouraging Wendy. Freya tried to walk past them. “That’s her,” someone said. “The girl who tried to destroy Xander Savage.” “She thought she had a chance,” another scoffed. “Delusional peanut photographer.” Freya felt her throat tighten. She focused on the pavement, counting her steps. Then something hit her shoulder. The smell reached her after the hit, it was sour, nauseating. A rotten egg burst against her sweater, yellow slime dripping down her arm.

There was a text message notification from Freddie, my friend and Special adviser. I glanced toward the opposite side of the table where he sat. He gestured at me to look at my phone. Making sure July’s attention was still on her unbearable presentation, I glanced down at my phone. Freddie sent me a meme that he’d cleverly created by swapping July's head with that of an evil looking Maleficent. I swallowed a snigger. Glancing at him, I shook my head and grinned. “Do you mind?” July's frigid tone broke me out of my thoughts.

“You little-” Freya glared at him, eyes gleaming like a wolf’s in the dark. “Don't f*cking touch me!" She spat, wiping her lips roughly as if his mere touch disgusted her. His jaw clenched, but he remained stoic, glaring at her with a bleeding lip. For a moment, they stood there, breathing hard and glaring in vicious hatred. The storm between them was no longer just brewing; it was alive. And far from over.

His eyes glazed over and his jaw clenched together. “You have absolutely no idea why you do to me.” He whispered while leaning down and began trailing kisses down my exposed stomach. “Then show me.” ‼️ MATURE SCENES‼️ Those simple words seemed to snap whatever self control he was holding together as he pulled off my pants and panties, leaving me bare to his flaming eyes. I automatically tried to cover myself up but he gripped both hands to the bed and smirked up at me. “Oh no, you said show you so that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” He growled and his head dipped low between my legs. I let out a gasp as his cool tongue slid between my sensitive area and began flicking vigorously.