Come to Cupid Quotes

“Ride my face, Gillian,” he says, his voice muffled by my sex as he continues to explore with his tongue. “Won’t I hurt you?” I ask, gasping as he feasts on me. “No, just pretend my mouth is my cock, and ride me just like you do when you’re in my lap.” “What if you can’t breathe?” “Then I’ll die a happy man. Now, you should know better than to deny me. Fuck my face, and don’t be gentle.”
― G. Eilsel, Come to Cupid

“Curious, I watch as he pops open the cap and squeezes the thick, amber liquid onto my nipples. “Honey,” he explains as his lips crash down, tongue swirling as he drapes his massive body over mine. His unhurried pace allows him to thoroughly enjoy the sticky sweetness of my breasts. His expert tongue and lips caress every inch, while the growing hardness between my thighs asserts its presence against me.”
― G. Eilsel, Come to Cupid

“My stomach... I’m self-conscious about it being visible.” Before she can try to dress herself again, I rip her shirt off her head. “Everything about you is fucking perfect,”
― G. Eilsel, Come to Cupid

“What a good fucking girl,” I tell her as I pull out and slam back in, filling her. “I think you deserve something for good behavior, don’t you agree?”
― G. Eilsel, Come to Cupid

“I fucking wanted you more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in my life.”
― G. Eilsel, Come to Cupid

“Fuck, you’re wet, little siren,”
― G. Eilsel, Come to Cupid

“You will stay,” he declares firmly, his voice demanding obedience, “and you will find pleasure in every single second. I’ll make sure of that.”
― G. Eilsel, Come to Cupid

“It’s a curse, having a cock this big when you’re not allowed to use it properly.”
― G. Eilsel, Come to Cupid

“Thankful for my invisibility, I undo my pants and slide my hand inside, firmly gripping my cock and moving my fist at a deliberate pace. The crowd walks by, living their boring lives, without a clue that I’m beating my meat only feet away.”
― G. Eilsel, Come to Cupid

“We have a problem.” “What’s… what’s the problem?” I ask, my body slowly giving back into his thick fingers working me, my thighs trembling as he rubs. He gives me a smirk that oozes masculinity, spinning faster and faster, building me up again. “You made a mess of me, and now you need to clean it up.”
― G. Eilsel, Come to Cupid

“Her tits are the size of fucking cantaloupes—probably just as juicy—and her ass”
― G. Eilsel, Come to Cupid