Honeyed Lips の小説・ストーリー

I asked him, hopefully. "Today?" Harriet chipped in. "I don't think he is.." "I don't mind," Liam said to me and I watched the way his pretty lips moved when he spoke. Then my dirty mind began to wander far off, thinking about what other things his lips could do, how these lips would feel on my lips and on the lips of my crack. How they would taste when mashed on mine. Would they be as delicious as they looked? They would probably taste like a freshly prepared mix of succulent honeydew melons and the juiciest peaches – something I had never in my life tasted before.

My eyes widen in shock, and I'm speechless. A sly smile is plastered on his kissable lips. "It seems that we are destined, honey.”

Finishing off kissing thоѕе perfect, plump, juicy lірѕ. Mу еуеѕ dropped dоwn аѕ hіѕ tоnguе flісkеd оvеr his bоttоm lip. Enticing me, teasing mе. I wаntеd thоѕе lірѕ оn mе nоw. A soft chuckle knосkеd mе out of my fаntаѕу аѕ I lооkеd uр tо meet hіѕ eyes.

Don't like that but since we are alone and not in public, I like that. Her lips were painted a deep, seductive red, curving into a slight smile as she gazed down at her wine glass. My throat went dry. Those lips… God, I remembered what it was like to kiss them, soft and warm. And right now, all I could think about was what it would be like to taste them again.

This little wife of his is making him lose his mind as he felt enchanted with her soft, yummy pink lips and couldn't get enough of them. Her lips are so soft, like the softest thing his mouth has ever touched and those soft lips taste so good. He has never tasted a lip so satisfying as hers. The taste of her lips are so intoxicating and mind-blowing as if it's driving all the senses in him away.

Boneless. But he wasn’t done. He stood. Unbuckled his jeans. His cock sprang free — thick, curved, the head already glistening. He scooped some honey from the comb and smeared it along his shaft. “Your turn.” She dropped to her knees. Wrapped her lips around him. Tasted the honey, tasted him, moaning like she was starving. He groaned above her, fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her as she sucked and licked and made a filthy, sticky mess of them both.

That slow, dark, Damon smirk that always meant something filthy was coming. He reached to the side and came back with a small golden bottle. Honey. Dark, thick, dripping honey. “What.what are you…” I gasped, but he was already pouring it. Warm golden syrup hit my tits in slow, sticky rivers, sliding over my nipples, down the curve of my belly, pooling in the valley between my breasts. My breath caught. My cunt clenched. My nipples throbbed and sprayed a small squirt of milk through the honey and Damon growled.

Only then did he pull off with a wet pop, licking the cum that had smeared on his lips with his tongue, eyes locked on me. He reached for the honey jar again. My legs were still spread wide, hole exposed and twitching from need. Alex used both hands to pull my cheeks apart, spreading me obscenely open. I felt completely vulnerable as he tilted the jar and poured a generous, thick stream of golden honey directly onto my hole. The sticky sweetness dripped down my crack, coating my rim and slowly sliding inside me. It felt warm, strange, and incredibly… Wonderful.

Lotus went to her makeup section and swiftly applied a red lipstick to her lips. Lotus stood up and stared at the figure with limpid black eyes in the mirror. She was an impeccable beauty with eyes that were dark like ink, a cute button nose, plump red lips, and an oval face. Her red lipstick made her innocent and exquisitely pale face turn bewitching and seductive.

If I’d known dessert was the key to her heart, I would have brought cake to our first meeting. “You have some honey on your lip, here let me—” She smacked my hand out of the air with impressive reflexes. “If you touch me again, you’ll have to buy me a whole apology bakery.” Not that much of a foodgasm then. “Fair enough. Here.” I touched the left corner of my mouth, watching her mirror the movement automatically. When she didn’t find anything, confusion rippled across her features. “Sorry, just kidding. Here.” I ran my pinky along my cupid’s bow, and she copied the gesture, searching for honey that didn’t exist. The image of her touching her lips embedded itself in my brain for later use.