To Alaska-Chapter 4.txt
The taste of bitter-sweet purple grapes filled my taste buds before i swallowed. it washed down my throat, leaving a rather unpleasant aftertaste. i shook my head a few times, allowing the taste to wash away.
A small chunk of Sunny Side Up
The sangria was bitter sweet and i was licking my muzzle more than usual. part of the problem was it came from a bar in the airport but i needed something to relax my thoughts and set me in a more open mood.
Beau - Chapter Nine
The bitter-sweetness that flowered across my flat tongue tasted like heaven. he moaned and threw his head back.
Night's Embrace
He loved her flavor, a bitter sweet flavor. more tart than bitter really. no drop was wasted as he continued to hold her down and ravage her warmth with his tongue sliding in and relentlessly mashing into her g-spot as it undulated against her clit.
After work gooddies
Thirtsty,exhausted and deeply satisfied the dog graciously lapped up the heavenly combo of bitter-sweet fluids.slush's face was red as she panted hard to try to catch her breath.her once marble-hard rod went soft as she enjoyed her after glow."
Erina's rough ride. Rough draft
Leomon roared loudly as he was spilling his bitter sweet milky cream down past her throat into her belly.
Ecstasy With Stripes
I suckled on his head slowly, savouring that sweet bitter-sweet taste that every man came with. each one had a certain hint of flavour that was different, but that bitter-sweetness was always there.
Realisation..
I sucked him slow and hard, savouring and filling my mouth with the bitter-sweet taste of him. he prized open my buttocks and rubbed a finger over my bare opening.
Reaper: Graesham Campaign: Eighth Interlude
_sweetness_ in the concoction that turned the duet of bitter-sweet and mint into a triad of bitter, sweet and mint. there was a definition of the three... and the trinity of flavours were more defined now.
How I Became Broken
My life before i was broken was bitter-sweet, but i was happy. my mother and father were both minks. my mom was originally from germany, and my dad was from this land. his ancestors were a located in the smokey mountains.
Cherry and James
She swallowed every drop of his bitter-sweet cum before releasing his member. she licked her lips before saying "let's continure this in the bedroom." he smiled at her and they walked to cherry's room. she stretched, showing off her sexy nude figure.
Poetry of Power
Revenge is bitter... sweet, decaying death stays on your breath from the first sensation of the taste. chewing the dreadful roses of vengeful satisfaction, nourishing your twisted, warped soul through the tongue, ripped away by it...