Romans & histoires Shrek X Donkey

Warning! Explicit sexual content. Isla~ The entire room was shaken by the moans of both myself and Dante. I had climaxed twice already but that didn't stop me from grinding against him as I took the entire length of his cock inside me. My entire body shook with excitement and need. With every thrust, I felt my world shattering over and over again. Dante was indeed a stallion. He wasn't the first man I ever had sex with, but there was something about the way he handled me. He let me dominate every now and then, like how I was currently riding him.

The lights on the deck were dim. Dominic Mercer sat in an iron chair, holding the end of a chain. The other end was locked around Noah's neck. Noah was on his knees. His face was so swollen his features were barely recognizable. His lips were split open, crusted with dried blood. The moment he saw me, his mouth moved. No sound came out. But I read his lips. "Go." Dominic's eyes lit up when he saw me. He stood, brushed off his suit, and smiled like a man who'd just won.

"Please... please say yes." Dexter, feeling really, really weird, shrugged. "If he's okay with it, yeah." Donna smiled, not waiting for Don to say anything, and moved over. In one swift motion, she dropped to her knees and leaned over, taking the shaft of his old man into her mouth. Don groaned audibly, resting his hand on her back for a moment as she moaned around his shaft. Bobbing up and down for a few seconds, she slid her lips up and down the shaft as Dexter couldn't help but watch. Sitting up straight, she popped her mouth off of Don's cock and licked her lips, her hand stroking up and down as she stared seductively at him.

A sigh escaped my lips, already growing tired of the back and forth. My fingers wrapped around a familiar metal tucked behind me, and my gun was retrieved with practiced ease. With the muzzle of my gun pressed against his forehead, I spoke again. “Who? Sent. You?” He was shaking, and every fiber of his being was evidently consumed with fear. He mumbled inaudibly at first before he started to make coherent statements. “It was a man. They call him Don, that's all I know,” he squealed, trying his best to hold back a sob that threatened to escape.

Some of the kids I used to teach came up and greeted me with excited hugs and stories. There was music playing, dancers in colorful outfits spinning in circles, their feet moving so fast it made my head spin just watching. I stood there, heart full. Even though I had no memory of being here before, it all felt new and exciting. It felt like mine. "Did you know," Celine said, leaning in close with a sneaky smile, "there's going to be a mud wrestling contest later?" I blinked. “What? Really?” She laughed and nodded. “Yep! Mervin and Jones are joining. The prize is pretty good. You have to watch it with me. It's a tradition here, and believe it or not—there’s even a pig involved.”

“Enough. If you ask me, she's blocked the whole family! Don't take it to heart, Raphael.” “You're right about one thing, she forgets her place more every day! If she won't apologize, she shouldn't bother coming back!” “Shut up!” Raphael's eyes went red as he roared. “The one who forgets her place is you! Scarlett is my Donna. If she isn’t coming back here, where else would she go?” “I'm warning you one last time: watch your mouth!” The line went quiet for a beat. Then came Serena's cold laugh.

In the past, it might have stirred a trace of sympathy. Enzo laughed quietly. Monica mistook the sound for softening, for mercy, for forgiveness. She cried even harder. "Yes, I love you, Don. I've always loved only you—" She did not finish the sentence. Enzo drew back his leg and kicked her with all his strength, straight into her swollen abdomen. "Ah!!!" The scream ripped through the hall. Monica flew backward several feet and slammed into the leg of the champagne tower table. Glass shattered across the floor.

The force of him made my elbow buckle. He fucked me harder now. Brutal, relentless. The kind of fucking that shook my bones, that made my thighs tremble. I thought my knees would snap from the pressure. My eyes rolled back, drawing in the force of his cock pounding me. The sound of skin slapping against skin, our ragged moans, his deep groans, filled the air like a symphony. “F…fuck…ahh…fuck!” I screamed, my body shaking as the pleasure tore through me. His cock rammed into me again and again. I could feel my pussy pulsing.

"The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother. " Draven muttered, turning around to return back to his car. His business at the gala was done, he was not a social person and did not see the reason or importance of socializing, so he preferred to go back to his hotel room and enjoy some quiet time. "Does that mean, the mother of the Don was really killed by Mr. Vale? Isn't that what he is called?" His assistant muttered and Draven hummed, confirming the fact that his assistant was on the right track.