Jules Gloryhole Romane & Geschichten

wasn't optional, so I was stuck standing in the corner of the living room, nursing a red plastic cup and watching the door. And then Jules walked in, and my brain completely short-circuited. He wasn’t wearing his usual oversized hoodies or team gear. Instead, he was dressed in a pair of black, skin-tight jeans that hugged every line of his legs, and a sheer, dark mesh top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. You could see the lean, toned lines of his stomach and the faint dusting of hair on his chest through the fabric. He looked dangerous, he looked edible, and he knew exactly what he was doing. I gripped my plastic cup so hard the rim dug into my palm, telling myself to look aw

Hilary’s lips twisted into a mischievous smile, her tone dripping with fake familiarity, “Pretending you don't even know me? That is not exactly your style, Gina. But you have always been like that, haven't you? A foolish, clueless bitch.” Jules simply stared at her with the movements of her eyes narrowing into a condescending arch as a smug, entirely unfazed smile played on her lips. She didn't offer a single word of defense, which only infuriated Hilary more. Fired up by the repulsion of Jules’ calm demeanor, Hilary took a step closer, her voice rising into a cold, furious scowl, “Where have you been only to appear now, Gina?! You fooled everyone into thinking you were dead! What happened

"Don't cry, Dan. You're the true heir to the Sullivan name. Everything I make is yours, and no one will ever take it from you." Daniel immediately broke into a smile. Then, he pointed at me in disgust. "But Mom, Clifford stinks. He reeks of blood! He's dirtied the place, and now he's ruined the evening." The moment he showed the slightest displeasure, Mom—the powerful businesswoman—sprang into action. "Don't be upset. If he's dirty, I'll have him cleaned up." Having said that, she snapped her fingers and several workers in hazmat suits carried in a massive industrial cleaning tank.

He eyed her up and down appreciatively when she approached the counter. “First time?” he asked his voice deep and rough. Hannah nodded blushing but determined. “My friend told me about the glory hole booths. I want to try it. I have this fantasy of being used by many men anonymously.” The owner chuckled leaning on the counter. “Smart girl. Most women who come here are tired of vanilla shit just like you. Let me explain how it works so you know exactly what you are getting into. The booths are in the back. Private rooms with a padded bench and a glory hole cut into the wall at perfect height for your cunt or mouth. You lock yourself in. Men come into the other side pay a small f*e and slide t

She simply stood by the entrance of the cafe across the street from morning until night. Several times, Julian couldn't help but want to go and talk to her, but I stopped him every time. "Kieran, she… looks quite pitiful," he said. "Oh?" I didn't even look up from the documents I was flipping through. "When she kicked us out, did you think we were pitiful?" Julian fell silent.

When they finally found a vacant room, Elliot was now fully hard. “I love big cocks, Elliot,” Liz said, ” how long is it?” “Ten,” was all he said, “pleawe, take off your, clothes and let me see your body!” Jenny did a slow strip tease, hanging first her bra then her panties on Elliot’s erection until by the time she was naked, she was leaking cunt juice down her thighs!

Moans and slapping sounds came from different rooms, and I walked straight to the gloryhole area first because I wanted to start anonymously. The gloryhole booth was small and dark. I locked the door, pulled my dress up, and knelt on the padded bench. There were holes on both sides of the wall, but I didn’t have to wait long. A thick, hard cock pushed through the hole on my right. It was big, dark, and already leaking precum. I leaned forward and took it into my mouth right away. I sucked it deep, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting the salty precum. I bobbed my head fast, slurping and drooling all over it. The man on the other side groaned and pushed more of his cock through, and I

The Glitter Hole doesn’t shy away from playing classic songs from gay icons and I couldn’t be more grateful because they just don’t make music like this anymore. I continue to serve drinks, but when the chorus drops Cassandra and I simultaneously lose our composure – if we had any – and bust out some classic seventies dance moves. I reach out for her hand, which she takes as I spin her into my arms and spin her back out with smiles plastered on our faces. Everyone is cheering and hollering, loving every second of it, that is until my shoe catches on the rubber matt, and I end up flat on my ass on a sticky as hell floor. Sticky asses aside, I can’t get back up because I’m too busy laughing, a

Jules screamed, raising her voice. Paaa!! A hard slap landed on Gigi’s face. I got startled when I noticed it was my babe hands on Gigi’s ugly face. I never felt remorse neither did I pitied the ugly plus-sized girl anyways. “You must be so stupid to think my man will leave me just to stoop so fucking low to a classless thing like you, have you ever checked yourself in the mirror? Do you think a good man can come to you? No they can never date a disgusting thing like you.” Jules said, brimming in anger.

I was content to let her roam my periphery vision, but it didn't mean I was going to allow the hag bully take advantage of her. “Keep your claws hidden Jules, or I'd give you someone your size you can pick on,” I growled, clenching my fist and seeing Kalden step up behind me out of the corner of my eye before the wicked hag of the mountains nodded, bowing so low I was sure she had lost something on the glossy expanse of the green linoleum tiles before she snapped her head up. I watched as Ma Jules threw a smirking Nola one last accusatory look before striding past, the crowd parting around her as though they were being careful not to let the witch touch any part of their bodies.