Passion Bl の小説・ストーリー

The explosion of her passion was unexpected, swift, and violent, causing her to buck wildly against his mouth. To be continued

Wanting to hold this moment forever. She lifted her head and stared into eyes that smoldered with black flames of passion, so intense she trembled as the carnal fire licked through her veins. She burned deep inside, forever branded by his passion, her skin so sensitized that the slight abrasion of his fingers stroking her quivering body was sweet torture. They had made love every way imaginable, but never with this explosive passion. Never this intense and consuming. Never so powerful that she actually thought if she died now, she would die blissfully happy.

His now very dark eyes glinted in bale and conspicuous glimmer. With Kallum's mouth and tongue playing with my breasts and Kazimir playing with my slit, the intense passion was building up in my core. Kazimir spread my legs wider while Kallum softly toyed with the buds alternately, my body was set on fire. My hunger mirrored theirs as they pleasured me with their skillful mouths. I grabbed onto Kallum's hair and moaned in sweet abandon. The passion consumed me entirely as wave after wave of pleasure burst through my body.

I lowered my head, putting my head over his laps, silent tears spilled from my eyes, my grip getting tight on him as I continued, “This heart has begun to worship you, Blaze. I don’t know how, why, when but I need you. It’s now written on my skies that I don’t want to live without you. The only desire I have now is to live in your breaths.” My voice broke this time. I sniffed and wiped my tears, still smiling, “And let me tell you, It’s not love. It’s nothing more than a guilty passion for me which I have begun to worship. So please… Please Blaze, accept me and our child. Please give our relationship a chance.”

His intensity is too raw and thick, wrapping around my throat, which is still tingling from his grip. “Tell me, baby girl. Did he touch my fucking pussy?” ** As their journey unfolds, the young couple's passion takes on a deeper and more profound meaning. It becomes a source of strength, a wellspring of resilience, and a guiding light through life's ups and downs. With the passing of years, their love story deepens into a beautiful tapestry, woven with threads of shared experiences, challenges overcome, and dreams pursued. The fire of their passion, though it has mellowed, still burns with an intensity that radiates from the depths of their hearts.

The taste of his mouth was like fire, igniting a flame deep within me that burned with an intense passion. With a fierce determination, I began to strip away our clothes, desperate to feel the heat of his skin against mine. Athen's hands were everywhere, running across my body, pulling me closer to him as we lost ourselves in the moment. The hut was filled with an electric charge that seemed to pulse through the air with every breath we took. Our bodies moved with a desperation born of a passion that had been kept at bay for far too long. Each time our skin touched, it was as if sparks flew between us, igniting a fire that burned hotter with every passing moment.

Without hesitation, I dropped my head between her crotch and s*ck*d her lips on the pants. Her pretty c*nt was already dribbling with sticky juices that added my passion. The scent of her passion was spectacular. Rolling her eyes to the ceiling, she moaned, “Oh, gosh! F*ck!” Suddenly, a harsh voice from the other side of the call asked, “F*ck? Are you alright, Ms. Ferdinand? Are you keen to my instructions?” *******

— my stubborn girl finally gave in and let her desire take over. The last brakes came off, and we plunged into madness. What a delightful girl! I’m inside her, yet she’s not enough! I want her more, harder, deeper — until her voice breaks, until we’re both shaking uncontrollably. Her little claws in my hair yank me closer, and I turn savage from that passion and all the wild surrender she’s giving me. And when the girl cried out from the orgasm that overtook her, I spread her out on the table completely, going even crazier from her moan. My mind blew right off, and it felt so insanely good that I completely forgot myself, not even thinking of pulling out as I finished — which my tigress real

I don't know if I should like him more for being honorable or hate him for not finding me attractive at all. “Now, you do?” “I still don't.” “Oh!” “Not really.” He sighs. “It's still weird.” “Because you've never tried thinking about it.” “You have?” “Countless times.” I admit. His eyes flash with passion. “In different positions.” I add. “Chelsea,” he groans. I lean forward, my eyes fixed on him. He knows what I intend to do and doesn't move away. The first contact of my lips with his has me reeling with pleasure. It feels better than I had imagined, a thousand times.

I moved on. Now, I'm strangely feeling the same fixation as those nights, but on something peculiar. The obsession forms dangerous roots around something I should ignore, but it's stronger than I am. I pull the black card from my jeans pocket and examine the three-headed dog that begs to be deciphered. I scan it with my cell phone camera and wait. Nothing happens. I slowly slide my thumb over it, trying to feel the raised letters, and I notice a tiny sequence of numbers in the bottom right corner. Against the light, they glisten a bit more. -23.517635, -46.703601