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[Mature content—Read at your own risk, be careful. It's highly recommend] Meet Lena Candice Marshall, the most innocent girl in this world from Russian descent. Beautiful. Doctor. With delicious ass. Her life was so simple and decided. She was locked inside her dad's rules, regulations, and policies. Like a bird inside a cage. Always following her dad what's her dad wanted. She was at school and at home all the time. Had a babysitter with her until college. When she had her school's free time, she read educational books like daddy wants to learn more-not even let her read magazines. Only educational books. When she was in college, daddy was coming to pick her up. And she listened-as she believed that's what good daughters do, right? Listen to their parents. And as expected, she didn't deal with these words-Love...Feelings...Jealousy... Emotion...Lust...Desire. In a word, she didn't know anything about the opposite sex. Meet Ace Jordan Steele, the most handsome CEO in Downtown in New York. All the woman and even his secretory lusting over his body. Hell yeah! He didn't f***ing care. But he could any woman in his bed he f****ing wants. He always wanted to be alone and didn't want to be disturbed. Wanted to be getting rich instead of stalking play around. And the top of this, he won't shoot Spaniard and Russian girls because of the death of his mother-sister-that he will never forget in his life. He can't tolerate any girl from Spanish and Russian descent. Lena Candice Marshall. Ace Jordan Steele. What will happen when their paths cross? Lusting over Lena Candice will not good for Jordan Steele's health. Can Jordan Steele stop his erection from every time Lena's near? If he can't control his massive erection, disaster will strike in the name of desire and lust. And how will she accept these new feelings? And what about betrayed?
Littlefish · 560.2K Views

Utility System: Offered an Inch, taking a Mile

All things considered, fate is the determining factor of life and most of the time, she stays neutral...and when the wheels begin to move, you either receive the grains of blessings or be at the end of that short stick. Jacob has toiled all his life under the bossom of orphan hood. After slithering for so long through the darkness, he finally spots a flicker of light; and he'd be damned if he doesn't reach out to it. And as if a switch had been pressed, his life changes for the better... of course; not without life throwing in a couple of lemons here and there! This time, he shall be the driver of his new life and no longer the passenger, his Will never to be questioned. Approached with a legacy he had no clue he was a part of, Jacob takes the whole of the cake, after all...a starving man ought to always bite off more than he can chew. Opportunities don't come twice! __________ NOTICE: The setting is of modern nature. Mind you, whatever shall be written here that resembles the real world is either coincidental or just outright Author shenanigan. No offense to the cultures and nations that shall be included in here.Again, do not take offense. First time writing(but not the last), so enjoy it if at all possible, I'll appreciate whatever feedback to make my work a little better(Give it to me straight in the reviews). Further tags//= /Nonchalant MC /Handsome ML /Beautiful FL /Calm MC /Hardworking MC /Chaotic Neutral ML /Meaningful supporting characters /Solid plot /Cautious ML /Multiple character devs /Innovative ML /Tough FL /Wholesome couple / Manipulative ML /Strong-willed FL And so on and so forth. I'll add to that list whenever. Dunno how anything works in this app~I'll just go with the flow. By; Ratatouille~ Let me Cook!
Ratatouille_Lvl999 · 13K Views

Second chance - Diary of a transmigrator

The sweet scent of flowers invades my nostrils, while a light breeze caresses my body. I reflexively turn the other way, my hand flailing around my waist futilely seeking my blanket. Unable to find it, I gradually wake up, only to realize that I am not on my bed, nor in my room or in my house… instead, I am lying in a patch of grass in what looks to be a small clearing in a forest. Wait… WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CLOTHES???? I jump to my feet in panic and look left and right trying to figure out what is happening. My mind can’t process the situation, but after a few minutes the panic recedes and I start thinking somewhat rationally again. I check myself for any injuries or bugs crawling on me and I am relieved when I find none. Then my brain processes what my eyes see and I freeze. I once again start checking my body slowly, running my hands over it inch by inch. My beer belly is gone, the white hairs on my chest are now black and my body while not exactly rippling has defined muscle lines. Yeah, nice dream, I thought. I haven’t looked or felt so good since I was 20. Then reality slaps me again. A memory surfaces from the depth of my mind from a researcher’s interview on tv; you can’t smell something in your dreams, you just identify the scent that you should be smelling. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I smell the grass, the little violet flowers, the scent of the tree resin carried by the wind… fuck!... Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore…
PinkCulture · 6.9K Views
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