Sweet Simone's の小説・ストーリー

Simone apologized taking her place behind the counter as the girl flipped her hair behind her shoulders. "That's all right. And it's Alicia Silverstone. Nice meeting you, Ms. Thompson. I am great fan of your cupcakes." Alicia forwarded her hand towards Simone; shook her hand and shared a smile. "I am glad you like them because trust me I am more into cake baking rather cupcakes. But since my twin sister loves them, so I have to do it for her." Simone said with a smile, and Alicia smiled genuinely. "I am sure she is worth every effort." "She is and I wouldn't do it for anyone else." Simone said proudly.

Maverick said. “Are you Serious?” she asked as her eyes lit up. “Yes.” He said, and she leaned up and kiss him. “I like that reward.” “I am glad you do.” She said with a smile. “I do hope this between us lasts, my dear. I think you shall be fun to have around.” Maverick said. “Now I find myself ready to relax some more, and I do believe I should wash you clean. You, of course, should do the same to me.”

The sleeping beauty laid in her baby cradle and slept peacefully. “Yes, she is beautiful indeed. She looks just like her father” she muttered. The young man brought in the food followed by two of his colleagues, he could not carry three trays alone. His colleagues were female and very pretty too, Barbara looked at them as they served the food. “It seems this restaurant only employs beautiful people, these ladies are so pretty” she muttered. “Did you say something ma'am?” one of the ladies asked and Barbara shook her head. They smiled all through, the workers seemed to be trained to smile at all times. “Thank you” Barbara said as the ladies left.

She kept eye contact with her friends, sipping wine as he worked his tongue faster. “He’s best when he’s quiet,” she said, moaning softly. “Don’t you think?” Both women nodded, wide-eyed and flushed. Nathan licked harder. Sucked her clit the way she liked. Flattened his tongue against her folds and let her grind against him, moaning louder now. Simone came with a soft gasp, then pushed him away. He sat back on his heels, face slick. His cock throbbed untouched. Still denied. She wiped her inner thigh with a napkin and tossed it at him.

"You, child, sometimes think too much before doing things, leaving people unsure of what to say. Your uncle has no children, you are his only relative. If you need help, just say the word." Paige nodded and finished the drink in her cup, "I won't be polite to you." She chatted with Simeon for a bit and then headed back to that private room. Simeon raised his hand and patted her shoulder, "Go ahead, I came here to meet with business partners too." Paige gave Simeon a few bottles of good wine, even though she knew he didn't need them, but it was a gesture from a younger generation. Simeon chuckled and waited for her to leave, the smile on his face slowly fading away.

So, I deliberately spoke crudely to Britney while thrusting against her round, bouncy butt. "You like that? You like the way I'm screwing you?" Irresistibly, Britney let out a long, sultry moan. Her rear was arched high. Gasps and whimpers slipped out from her throat like a symphony, and her seductive charm practically overflowed from her being. "Don't stop… Oh, I love it…" At that moment, I caught a glimpse of our bedroom door, which had somehow cracked open. A shadow stirred behind it. Was Annie peeping?

"He's in prison, Maya. And even if he wasn't, he'd have to go through me, through Simone, through half this damn town. You're not alone anymore." "I know." And she did. That was the miracle of it. She actually believed it now. The ballroom doors burst open, and Simone swept in wearing a vintage dress the color of sapphires, her box braids piled high on her head. "The photographer is here, the caterer is losing her mind in a good way, and Reverend Price just asked me if 'that boy' is good enough for our girl." She grinned. "I told him you could do better, but you're fond of fixing broken things."

Her eyes are sharp, assessing, and when she looks at me sitting there in Knox's oversized shirt with sex hair and hickeys on my neck, something predatory flashes across her face. "This is Simone," Knox says. "She's going to make you look devastating." Simone circles me slowly, like a shark evaluating prey. She lifts a strand of my hair, studies my face from different angles, then steps back with a slow, wicked smile. "Oh, honey," she says, her voice pure confidence. "By the time I'm done with you, that ex-girlfriend of his is going to wish you were dead." My eyes widen. Simone's smile turns sharper. "And trust me—that's exactly the energy we want."

Dim lights flooded the private room, loud music blaring from the dance floor as ladies danced on poles in skimpy clothes. Simone sat on a sofa, taking a long drag of his e-cigarette. His misty red eyes lingering on his phone's screen, his expression unreadable. "Simone, do you actually think that he'd come over?" Simone snapped, his eyes holding a certain smugness as they settled on one of his lackeys. "Why not?" He exhaled a cloud of smoke, coughing up a bit. He stretched out his free arm, pulling a scantily dressed lady into his embrace. "I'm all he ever thinks of. He certainly wouldn't want to miss this chance."

I said, laughing harder. “And Colby...” Simone leaned back, thoughtful. “Colby would straight up deny it, even with tears running down his face. Stone-faced denial.” I laughed so hard I nearly fell off the bed. “Oh my god, it’s perfect.” “You’re the worst,” I said, wiping my eyes. “You love me.” I sighed loudly. “Unfortunately.” Simone kicked her legs off the bed, stood up, and grabbed a notebook. “Okay, nerd. Let’s plan this. Cabin—check. Snacks—check. Games?”