As Chanu seemed to ignore her pleas intentionally, Val slipped her hands in between their bodies and cupped his bulging hardness. It was so hard that even if Val wasn’t looking down as her lips were captured and ravished again by the younger Yoshima twin, her touch could never miss finding it.She followed its contour by her feathery touch.From bottom to top. And back down again, gently squeezing its head and base.Chanu can feel her sensual caresses from down his balls to the tip of his aching and excited cock. He was feeling heaven within his reach. He responded in hot and more passionate kisses at her every touch.The twins were originally thinking about denying her to pleasure them since it’s her birthday, they were going to do everything on their own so she would only be the receiving end of their prepared, well-planned gift, but as the sensation she gave them on their birthday flashes back into his ar
Just as Val had it on her mind, she surreptitiously observed Chanu's movement. She made him think she was being distracted by Khanu. She was, but she also paid attention to what Chanu was doing, although she could not really see him because of Khanu hovering over her upper half."Ahhhhhhhh... Princess! Damn!" Chanu exclaimed an unknown emotion. Upset or mad or glad, no one would be able to tell. His face was a view of a bolt from the blue, total disbelief."Mmmmmm..." as he was kissing Val, her moan was muffled by an equally startled Khanu. He felt the sudden jerk of her body, and when he looked back at his twin bro, he saw a frozen in place Chanu."Are you alright?" asked Khanu tenderly. There is just no way they can avoid such a thing happening, so he was also in agony to see her feel the pain. He saw a drop or two of her tears, so he bent down to kiss them away. "Sorry, Princess..." he solemnly apologized. Earning a chuckle from Val.
Val pulled Khanu closer to kiss him equally deeply as she did to Chanu. She wanted him to feel how much her heart cherishes him as well as his twin brother. And Khanu did not resist. He kissed her with so much yearning and adoration, knowing his love is requited. Their love is being returned with tantamount feelings from her. It made them love her more. It made him love her more. Adore her more than ever. She has been on the most prominent pedestal in his heart ever since he realized he loved her. Now that pedestal became even more profound. Unshakable. Undeniable. And the most amazing part is, he and his twin brother no longer had to conceal their feelings and use friendships as a facade.Khanu hopes for everything happening right now to stay this way forever.Between the twins, Khanu is the more emotional one. He is the one more understanding and sensitive. Chanu is not the opposite of his character, but Khanu is more intense when it involves emotiona
“Whiskey, please?” A tired voice suddenly spoke next to Scarlett. She was seated on a stool at the bar where she would love to drown her sorrowful self. She was not even in a dress. She wasn’t here to get laid. She was here to get drunk and choose to have a headache the next day than heartache.“Had a long day, too?” She casually smiled. She was not even looking at the person next to her. She really hoped she had the luxury to have friends and drag them here when she misses them.“The longest day I have ever had, I guess.” The guy chuckled as he received his glass of whiskey. Also not looking at the lady next to him.Many people say it is challenging to be different. It is hard to fit in. It is hard when you don’t know which category to put yourself in. The team nerdy or team bully. Nerdy because you are a person with an IQ level of 147. Bully because of being befriended by bullies. But th
“Dandelion… right?” the man asked after a while, still looking at his glass.Scarlett was a bit startled, but she did not make it obvious. She acted so naturally as she answered.“I don’t know, is it?” she weakly answered. She is really not in the mood for anything right now. Not even work.The stranger noticed she was not very entertaining or welcoming, but her response did not totally express rejection, so he continued to ask what he wanted to know her answer would be.“What would it cost me if I ask for your help?” the stranger asked.Scarlett can sense the severity of his words as if he would do anything for her to agree to make a deal with him. She gave it a thought. Right now, she doesn’t want anything other than an honest company. To blatantly say it, she wants to have a friend. A real friend. She might even do anything for what she wants and needs right
They both had a few shots, and maybe more so driving would never be a wise idea. Scarlett led the way as she suggested they were going to her place. She was thinking about taking a cab and change rides a few times to lose whoever might be following them along the way. She was sure those men at the bar wouldn't stay idle for a very long time. She needs to get rid of them or lose them so she can focus on her special client. Special because she is not going to make a deal like she usually does.Voltaire was obediently walking along with her. Not a word of protest or suggestion. He was passively following her every lead. Not even sure where she was taking him, but it did not bother him. He needed her help. Agreeing to his request to find another place to talk about the details of his matter was already a positive sign for him to rejoice that his deal would push through.But before they could get into the taxi station, a few men blocked their way. Scar
VoltaireI did not expect the rumors about her to be true. She is not someone to mess with. But I can also feel a soft part of her. Or should I say she is not as I anticipated as how she would have reacted after what happened to her with the five men in the alley earlier today? She was supposed to rejoice knowing she handled and defeated the five gangsters, but she looked so depressed at the bar. She was looking weak, and maybe that was one of the reasons the thugs dared to provoke her on our way out of the bar. She was the woman, and as much as possible, I wanted to shield her from harm because I wanted her for myself.I am a hitman hired to bring Dandelion down. I had to create a way to approach her, so I pretended I needed her help. I know it won’t be easy to do the task in a flash, so I have to dig my way deeper into her life.I plan to ask her as my pretend fiancée to be presented to my father.
I have heard she is not to be underestimated. And I saw it with my own eyes. She is young. Or at least a few years younger than I am. But her techniques are not of someone with poor knowledge defending herself and making her offenders regret provoking her. I am sure she had a good drink. She almost finished a bottle of bourbon at the bar. But she can still fight without even the slightest difficulty. She is amazing! I admit. She is as the rumors say she is. Ruthless. A woman without mercy towards her enemy. I can tell she is not an awful person based on how she considered my request despite the clear and irrefutable fact that we are total strangers. She is not even aware I am after her life. Or is she?How am I going to win against her? I am confident with my combat skills. But as a soldier, I also have principles of my own, even on my hit gigs. I am willing to take a person down when the target is considered a destructive disease in society. Abusers. Molesters. Drug de