Novelas y relatos de Tommy X Ranboo

Tommy tells Tia, "I'll be right back, I need to talk to a couple guys. Two minutes." Tia looks nervous but nods. Tommy kisses her cheek quickly and then bolts inside. He grabs a couple of his fellow mechanics, some big guys with unusual tattoos. They walk out together so Tommy could be in Tias' sight while the three talk quietly. Tommy shakes both guys hands with a smile and hops back into the cab.

The concrete floor felt cold beneath his feet, and he could hear the faint drip of water somewhere in the darkness beyond his cloth-covered vision. Tommy leaned closer to Liam, so close that the man's chin was almost resting on his shoulder. The warmth of his breath penetrated through the fabric covering Liam's head, carrying with it the smell of coffee and something else - something sharp and medicinal that made Liam's stomach turn. When Tommy spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper, but every word was crystal clear and filled with malicious satisfaction. "You are going to say on camera that you made a big mistake," Tommy said, his lips so close to Liam's ear that the words seemed to vi

"Huh?" "What do you want, Angelique? Tell me, quickly, Tommy's manager is gone, he said he can give us some drinks," he says and I stop myself from squealing. I give him my order, repeating it twice because it's kind of long and a while later, Tommy calls out Xavier's name in a sweet, flirtatious voice, "You're welcome. I know, I'm amazing." "You are. And the best friend ever," I say, reaching out my hands to grab my cup, "Are you sure you don't want some, Eva?"

I prop my phone on a stack of coasters, hit GO LIVE on the Riverbend Buy-N-Sell F******k group, and blow the camera a kiss. “Evening, y’all. Place your bets and your loads. Clock starts now.” First up is Tommy Lee, diesel mechanic, grease still under his nails. He drops his jeans, lines up, and slides home in one thrust. I’m already wet from the tequila shots and the sheer filth of what I’m doing. He groans like he’s dying, pumps exactly eight times, and unloads so hard I feel it splash my cervix. One. He pulls out, slaps my clit with his sloppy cock, and writes a fresh tally on my thigh with the Sharpie chained to the table. The chat explodes, 73 fire emojis in ten seconds.

Tommy pointed out. Axel sighed. He replied, "I'll think about it. I have your number if I decide to go." "Fine. Think about it well. I'm giving away free spirits, the premium kind," Tommy proudly said with a smile. He paused and realized something. Pointing with his thumb, he said, "You know, the team got together today, coincidentally. You should meet them." "Really? Everyone?" Axel asked. "Yeah - well, not everyone, but most of the guys are here," Tommy said. "Oh, and ah, Tiffany and Enzo are there."

He looked pale but surprisingly good for someone who'd been shot less than twenty-four hours ago. "Hi," he said, his gaze moving over our group with obvious confusion. "I'm Tommy." "We know," Troy said, stepping forward with confidence. "I'm Troy, and these are my brothers Lake and Soren. We brought you stuff because Dad said you were hurt and probably bored." Tommy's eyes moved to Xenois with a question in them. "My sons wanted to meet you," Xenois explained. "And apparently decided you needed entertainment." "That's really nice," Tommy said, looking genuinely touched as the boys started unpacking their offerings onto the bedside table. "Thank you guys. I've actually been pretty bored."

“I’ll get ya home in time for school, don’t worry.” Richard laughed. “Yepper. If I knew the way, I’d take you home. Who was it said that?” “Don’t know, don’t care,” Tommy said, standing up and chucking their empties overboard. “Just thought of something. Wait here.” He ducked back inside, emerging a few seconds later with another pair of brews and something else: a small shrink-wrapped pack of some kind. He tossed it to Rich, who nearly howled in delight.