Creative Writing: What About Alexandra Treloar?

Grinning, he spread her legs wider and shifted his body up. The tip of his cock brushed her slit as he moved, bringing forth a groan, before he slipped back down, an ice-cube held between his lips. He met her gaze, then let it fall from his mouth, slightly melted, onto her torso. "That's a good girl, beg for me." He hold of her wrists, lifted his arms above her head and kissed her lips. "Should I let you come, Elena?" Brett arched a brow, then dipped his head and kissed her neck, issuing bites, licks and nipples to her flesh, and slowly began to make his way

At the bell tower, she sat on the ledge trying to do her homework. Her eyes glistened darkly as they carried away with him standing on the ledge, the ledge only she dared to hang from. Her gaze was stolen on his pants hanging on his hips, his cheeks filling in the jeans as he stepped carelessly, the bare skin just above his pants shown when he reached up to climb, and his muscular forearms flexing as they wrapped around the columns to come closer to her, his daringness turning her on.

She held back the tears and moved in closer, fumbling for Jake’s hand. The touch of his skin was cold—like death and it made her insides churn.

Coated in her spit and saliva, his cock throbbed and pulsed with an arousal greater than the man could ever recall, and he groaned when, access to her pussy gained, he hooked his hands under Lila's armpits, wrenched her shoulders further behind her back, and slammed his entire length inside her. The force of that initial thrust almost split her in half, but was still only a precursor of what was to

"Look at you, you weak bitch. On your knees, where you fucking, belong." He laughed, a cold, merciless sound that matched the expression on his face as he slapped her, almost tauntingly with his meat again, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh loud in the night air, and then forced her head back, and her body to arch with the impetus with which he jerked on her hair. His feet moved forward and he planted them either side of her shoulders. "That's right, you're going to do anything I want." She'd had more than ample opportunity to utter the safe-word he told himself, as the whip arced again, this time cracking six inches above her thigh, before the leather tails struck skin and curled around her thigh, and simultaneously the string of the corset was ripped, rather than pulled open, and Lila Ross's tits feel free. A large rough hand quickly grasped one in it's palm, and Tom stepped forward, swinging the whip again as he squeezed, and stepped forward; his raging and throbbing manhood at the woman's eyes level. "You don't want me to hurt you, then open your fucking mouth and beg for me to screw it, like your husband wouldn't

Legs still trembling from the force of his orgasm when he landed on top of her, the sensation of Elena's tongue slipping into his mouth and the feel of her warm skin against his elicited another pleasured gasp from Brett. Despite their encounters, and respective climaxes the previous night and this evening, there was a different sensuality that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. He'd kicked his boxers completely off, and with his satiated cock pressed into the warm flesh of her thigh and their abdomens melded together as he gently prised her legs apart, he parted his lips to express something of his feelings to Elena. However, before he could speak, her comment pulled him back down to Earth.

Pinching a rosy pink nipple between his fingers and twisting, Adam cracked his palm hard enough against her butt cheek to leave an imprint on the taut flesh. "My teenage slut. Can never get enough, can you, not even after last night. Should I stop Sophie, or do want me to screw you like the dirty whore you truly are?" The man smirked, "If that's what you want, then beg for it. Let me hear how bad you need a cock shoved in your tight, little cunt." With his challenge hanging in the air, Levine's head dropped again, and his mouth, lips and tongue went to work on her clit, to urge her on

A day in the life of hair is not easy. Like, getting wedged in braids, getting dyed, having lice crawling around you (which is itchy) or getting shaved into stubble. People can take good care of their hair and others, it's just a feature. However, Hannah is a whole different story. If you looked at Hannah you would just see a twelve-year-old girl with dimples and dark, kinky hair. Hannah and I have a rapport relationship. I'm on top of her head watching her grow up into an intelligent teenager. I'm the dark, kinky hair and I have been here for the tough times like when her dad had died and when she got bullied in third grade for having a wonky smile. She would

When her lips once again wrapped around his head, it drove the man over the edge. Bucking off the tiles, he groaned and hooked his fingers in her hair, tearing at her tresses as the couple looked on, holding her head down as he exploded into her hot warm mouth. His body shuddering and his breath ragged, Levine didn't release his grip in her hair, or the palm on her head, allowing her to pop his shaft from between her lips after he was sure she'd swallowed every last drop. "Holy fuck, Soph." Throwing a glance up at the couple, and even from that distance able to see the gleam of white teeth from the man's smile, he started at the teen with mouth open, and softening cock bobbing in the air. Needing a refractory period before he fucked Sophie into oblivion, Adam finally caught his breath and smiled as he collected the champagne bottle. "Damn, you are on hot little fucking slut, you think the mans up there jerking off over you? He replied, groaning as he pushed himself to his feet, and tipped the bottle so that the liquid flowed into Sophie's mouth, filling it like had just with his seed, and dribbled out to run down her tits.

Hello, I am Alexa Hulse. I am thirteen years old and was born in New Jersey I moved to Charlotte when I was three years old and have lived here ever since. My mom is Stefanie and dad is Dave. I have a seventeen year old brother named Ryan and a nine year old sister named Courtney. I have always loved school ever since I was little, especially reading and writing.

Lexi's defiance had only served to urge him on, and each glimpse of pain, or emotional reaction, he'd brought forth increased his desire to wrest more. The forcing of the woman to her knees, and the order for her to crawl across the floor, the shedding of her clothes, the strikes with the belt, and the taking of his cock into her mouth. One act piled on top of another, and each was more degrading than the one prior. And through them all, through the sobs, cries, denials and struggles, she'd enjoyed it. Loved every fucking minute of

Flesh smacked against flesh, with one man buried balls deep in her pussy, and the other balls-deep in her mouth and, instinctively, the attackers synchronised with each other. As the masked assailant drove into her with enough force to almost split her in half, Dubious met the upwards motion of her body, hitting Lila's tonsils with the tip of his shaft, and choking her on his cock.

Richard was glad to see the smile flit across Lexi's face at the mention of the apartment, though it faded shortly after and he knew, despite both their best intentions to remain confident and updated, both of them were thinking about the impending meeting with Levine. However, at least it was better to fake confidence and cheer, rather than succumb totally to negativity, and he maintained his own, imagining Lexi's happiness when this was allover over, not to mention his own and the life they'd have together. Where, in total freedom they could travel anywhere they liked, as married couple, Hawaii, Australia, the Caribbean, a honeymoon for the rest of their lives. Although, he was aware no relation was ever perfect, or ever could be, that was the hope of Richard for he and Lexi. Unaware of the secret she kept, and her unaware of his internal decision to encourage her through whatever may happen with Levine, to do anything, to secure that film and their future. What could be seen as a betrayal by some, but to Richard the means were worth

Here was a man with a stable job, a handsome body, and tremendous bravery. Bennett was the kind of guy who could have whatever girl he wanted, and yet he'd chosen her. Quinn found she'd been holding her breath, and when she did start to breathe again each inhalation was staggered and shallow. Her thighs parted to give him better access and carefully she sank into a new position to further the job. Bennett kept toying, fingers caressing the wet stretch of fabric concealing her clit. Quinn was left throbbing in excitement.

Barbra helped Rarity do the last stitch and they sighed in relief that they were done. Barbra looked at the clock.