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Silenced By His Kiss
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2026-07-14 21:27:04
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His V*rgin Stripper Caught in His Bed
Sienna The warm steam from the bath had done little to wash away the lingering weight of Marcello’s touch, or the deep, throbbing ache that still settled between my thighs.It took me far longer than I wanted to admit, to finally turn off the water, dry myself with the heavy towels, and slip back into the oversized black polo shirt. Every movement was a struggle, a sharp reminder of the unbridled force with which he had claimed my body only hours ago. My skin still felt hot, sensitive, and thoroughly branded by his scent.When I finally gathered enough courage to twist the heavy brass handle and walk out of the master bathroom, I braced myself for the immediate impact of his dark, predatory gaze.I expected to find him leaning against the doorframe, or perhaps sprawled across the messy, dark sheets of his king-sized bed, wearing that same infuriating, smug smirk that had driven me to the brink of insanity.But as the door clicked shut behind me, the bedroom was quiet.Marcello was n
His V*rgin Stripper Silenced By His Kiss
Sienna I stood there, my breath coming in short, uneven hitches, while Marcello simply stepped back a pace. He didn’t leave. He stood there, towering over me, his bare-chested frame dominating the space as he watched me with those dark, unreadable eyes.The silence between us was suffocating. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin, carrying that intoxicating scent of cedarwood that had now permanently branded itself into my senses.Needing to scrub the evidence of last night off my skin, I forced my trembling hands down to the hem of the oversized polo shirt. I hooked my fingers under the bottom edge, pulling it up slightly, wanting nothing more than to yank the shirt over my head, throw myself under a stream of scalding water, and pretend my body hadn’t betrayed me in the dark.But as the hem cleared my waist, I stopped.My knuckles locked. The reality of my nakedness, and the fact that he was still standing there watching me, hit me in a violent wave of self-consciousness.
His V*rgin Stripper Sore
SiennaThe lazy warmth of the hands that had been anchoring me down vanished instantly as Marcello sat up in a daze.The abrupt movement sent an agonizing throb through my temples, the hangover pounding behind my eyes like a sledgehammer. I scrambled backward against the headboard, my hands frantically pulling the heavy duvet up to my chin as if a piece of fabric could somehow protect me from the reality of the man staring at me.Marcello blinked, running a large hand over his face. His dark hair was messy, a few loose strands escaping the loose bun at the back of his head and falling over his forehead. He looked dangerously good, his bare chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, dark eyes burning as they swept over my panicked face."What is wrong?" he rasped, his voice incredibly deep, gravelly, and rough from sleep, sending a shiver through my body and making my pussy wet.My throat felt parched, the heavy scent of his cedarwood cologne radiating off the sheets and suffocatin
His V*rgin Stripper The Morning After The Devil
SiennaThe first thing that registered through the heavy fog of sleep was a strange, unyielding warmth along my entire left side. Not the loose, tangled mess of my own duvet back in my room. This heat was solid, pressing into me with a steady weight that made my half-conscious mind stall.Then came the contact.A large, calloused hand rested low on my stomach, fingers splayed wide, anchoring me down with a casual authority. A second hand was slowly kneading my breast, squeezing with a lazy, sleep-heavy rhythm that sent a jolt of panic straight to my heart.I froze, my breath catching as my mind scrambled in the dark. Who would be holding me like this?No one came to mind.Roxy was gone; Marcello had sent her away days ago, stripping me of the only familiar comfort left in this fortress. Talia's phone had been dead since this nightmare started, her silence a constant ache. And even if either of them were here, they'd never hold me like this. Never pin me under the weight of their own
His V*rgin Stripper The Devil's Peace
MarcelloHer breath hitched, her head thrashing against the pillow as her lower lip trembled. "You..." she whispered, her slurred voice thick with the residual fog of the wine and the overwhelming sensory overload. "You..."The answer wasn't enough. It wasn't precise enough to satisfy the savage, possessive beast rearing its ugly head under my ribs. I reached my left hand down between our bodies, sliding it under the curve of her hip, and I smacked her ass with a loud, heavy crack that left a stinging pink handprint on her pale flesh."Name, gattina," I growled against her ear, my teeth grazing her lobe as I pulled my shaft back another agonizing inch. "Say my fucking name."Her voice was strained, her chest heaving as she let out a broken, ragged sob of pure frustration, her bare thighs squeezing my waist with a desperate, crushing pressure. "You... Marcello," she cried out, her eyes locking onto mine with a fierce, undoing clarity that stamped itself into my soul. "You own me. I'
His V*rgin Stripper Who Do You Belong To?
MarcelloThe tight, crushing spasms of her release were still wringing violently around the length of my shaft, a series of frantic internal pulses that threatened to rip my own control right out from under me. Riding her through her climax had pushed my body to its limit. The slick, hot friction of her interior was pure lava, and with every desperate contraction of her walls, the thick veins along my cock throbbed with a heavy ache that signaled my own orgasm was very close.My thrusts became even harder, my hips driving down into hers with a heavy, unyielding momentum that left no room for recovery. The mattress beneath us groaned under the rhythmic, violent weight of my body crashing into hers, the sound of our skin meeting in loud, wet claps filling the shadow-drenched luxury of the room. I was a man possessed, completely consumed by the driving necessity to bury myself as deep as physically possible into the pristine heat she had kept locked away until tonight.Sienna, caught
His V*rgin Stripper Cedarwood
For several seconds, I stood frozen beneath the shower.Maybe I imagined it.That had to be it.I knew I'd heard something. I was almost certain I'd heard something. But there was no way somebody had opened my bedroom door.I'd locked it.I remembered locking it. I remembered checking the lock. Twi
His V*rgin Stripper The Devil's Bargain
My knees buckled.Not dramatically enough to send me crashing to the floor, thank God, but enough to embarrass me.I caught myself almost immediately, my hand gripping the edge of the chair beside me before I could completely lose my footing.The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.A smirk. Just g
His V*rgin Stripper In His Basement
SiennaI tore my gaze away from him immediately, my fingers tightening around the pole.Focus.Focus on the routine.Not the man sitting upstairs looking like sin wrapped in a tailored suit.The music pulsed through the room as Roxy spun around the pole beside me effortlessly, completely unaware th
His V*rgin Stripper The Shadow's Gaze
Sienna “I can’t do this.”The words came out smaller than I intended. Pathetic, almost.Like all the confidence I had been running on tonight had finally expired and left me stranded backstage in six-inch heels and a dress that could barely qualify as fabric.The crowd outside erupted again, impat
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