Finger

Gabrielle groaned in protest as Tom teased her about being a whore. She wanted to stop, to just scream and make this all end, but his threat to her let her know he expected her to do everything he said. With a whimper, her grip around his and John's cocks tightened, trying to stroke them with a little bit more force as she was being face fucked. Though whatever form of coordination she had was fading as Eric fucked her throat like none of the other guys had done before. He pounded it down her…

dmittedly, the last three things make my blood boil, because they are an eyesore! Pocket square, hence the word SQUARE! Your pocket square should be neat, fold the fabric into a SQUARE! It shouldn’t look like a clown napkin, like you pushed it down into the pocket and slowly pulled it out so it could collapse on your chest. Generally speaking, your tie should JUST reach the waistband of your trousers, or slightly shorter, if you can’t take your jacket off because your tie looks like your…

Jane sensed being stared at in the street and looking round she saw him - a local man, dressed in white trousers and long sleeved shirt, wearing a turban. There was no disputing the fact that he was trying to catch up with her. She felt her heart race and moved as though her life depended on it. Her blood raced and her pulse quickened. The sweat poured from every orifice in her body. The sidewalk made from shale and stone was uneven making running impossible. She could smell her body odour and…

Tom’s lips formed into his signature tilting smile. “Much.” But when his gaze settled on his dripping boxers hanging over the side of the basin, his body visibly tensed. “You shouldn’t have done that.” In an attempt to alleviate Tom’s obvious embarrassment, Booker shrugged his shoulders. “What are friends for?” Surprise arched Tom’s eyebrows. “Friends?” A wave of uncertainty stiffened Booker’s muscles. “Sure,” he replied, his hand rubbing furiously at the back of his neck. “Why not?”…

While Alexandria would have wanted nothing more than to explore every inch of her newly acquired home, reality struck. If she hit the local supermarket, she could stock up on the necessities and not have to eat restaurant food every day, but she needed to get back to Beau Chênes before nightfall. With her arms overflowing with the structured paper bags containing her purchases, she rushed out of the store and barged into a customer entering through the automatic door. Wonderful. She thought.…

A low playful growl slipped free as Dominic taunted Malia, "Techniclly we haven't even begun." she teased but found her body bucking once more as he continued to lick her clean. She gasped lifting her body up on her arms as Dominic stood. She was elegantly flexable and angile as he menuvered her upward. Malia swore then and there no matter the outcome of this whole ordeal that she would have him at least once. Though she could easily see him becoming an addiction of sorts. One she'd yield to…

become straight as you release the ball toward the rim off of your finger tips. Rise up onto your tiptoes letting go with your off hand shortly before releasing the ball so you are not shooting with two hands. Your hand should not move to the left or right because this will put the wrong spin on the ball and alter the path of the ball. Finally, snap your wrist down so that your knuckles point to the ceiling and your pointer and middle finger are pointed to the ground. This is referred to as the…

He rushed to his laptop, nearly tripping over his shirt that was now on the floor. ‘Can 2 people have the same ankle tattoo?’ he typed into Google. He scrolled through the endless ‘nopes, no ways, not possibles and nevers,’ reaching the conclusion that Zahra was the SeaCrest girl and the SeaCrest girl was Zahra. He had fallen love with that girl. Twice. He reached for his phone and stared at the new text from Zahra. . That’s all it said. He hovered his thumb over the call button, and nearly…

“Got it.” Shreya still felt a bit woozy from her slam into the ground. “We need to go and kill more people. That way, we can kill all the police departments nearby. Then, we go and kill the presidents of all the different countries, and get voted in as all the new presidents.” “Great plan,” Shreya agreed, still not knowing that Raven was planning to kill her. They headed off to town. Jamie was climbing out of the closet. She heard many landing thuds, and got scared. Don’t worry.…

For a brief moment, Viviana thought about raising her hand and telling Mademoiselle Poirier what the voice had told her; about why the soldiers were here, and what they were really attempting to do. Viviana wanted to tell Mademoiselle Poirier that there was something to fear and that no one outside of Bezonvaux was going to liberate them, at least, not anymore. There was a dreadful new war with Hungary and those strange clouds were coming in fast; pushed by the gales of York yet proceeding from…