I WANT to complain about what she’s doing, but I can no longer move and fight back. I feel weak. She lifted me and turned me around. She even pats the thing behind. Then she poked deeply hard.The show is over and I can hear nothing in the living room except the crashing and enjoying moment between both of our me*t. I was so sweaty that I couldn’t feel the air con. She doesn’t stop until she’s finished. It was as if she wanted to kill the way his long thing entered and exploded inside mine. I was so full, and every vein inside me seemed to throb. Until my knees weakened down.I was fainting when my body trembled because of resistance and an incredibly different way of becoming one. She rested his inside until she came back and with the last stab; she stabbed it inside. I just felt the flow of both juices flowing down my legs. I was so weak that I lay down and fell on the carpet.She stood up and ran over to me. She leaned over to hug me.

I DIDN’T get surprised when someone knocks on my main door. No matter how many times I push him away, he will still squeeze and force himself towards me. I don’t even know how many more times I have to drive him away. Maybe it will be a miracle that I have to wait for him to change his mind and he will stop himself pursuing. I force myself to stand up. Fortunately, I changed into more comfortable clothes. I am wearing a big white t-shirt paired with jogging pants. I put on a jacket underneath my shirt to cover my melons that have no brassier. It is not ercted but with the kind of attitude that Bellevera has., for sure, he will think of something else. I don’t want to be the reason for him to be tempted again. I don’t want to give a dmn and make a bad impression; I mean a carnal impression. I made heavy steps approaching the door. I felt a heavy expression opening the door. I frowned my face after opening the door and crosses my arms over my chest. I don’t want to fac

EACH of our families planned to continue what has been postponed, and that is the engagement. I’m just delaying it so as not to go on because I really don’t want to be engaged or wedded. I sat on the sofa next to my mom while the two-person, Mister Bellevera and his son Ezekiel Bellevera, sat next to each other and facing us. They were in our house that morning and nothing seemed to stop Bellevera from our engagement. It was past nine o’clock when his father and Bellevera came into our house to discuss our engagement. I could clearly see Bellevera’s grin telling me he was the winner at this moment. “Let’s start with the dress,” my mom started. It was obvious to my mom’s face that she wanted the engagement to be grandiose, even it wasn’t a wedding at all. Mom clapped once, and the maid came carrying five kinds of magazines. The maid laid it on the center table. Mom separated it and then showed it to Mister Steve B

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I CAN’T understand why Bellevera was so angry when Brent was probably ahead of me. There’s a reason why Brent came first. He just found out that I am interested in a woman, and he is trying his best to change me. I’m not sure if it was a challenge for him. Which never happened. I will ask no one to change me. I like what I am. I want the one I am. I haven’t even told the world I’m a lesbian — lipstick lesbian, to be exact. But I know this is how I like. I wanted to get out of this world that seems like a chain. Starting from Brent Echavez to Ezekiel Bellevera then Barbie Ann Fuendes that turns out to be a man who hasn’t been fully retouched and had the se.xchange. Whatever I tried to lose from the chain, I felt like I etched in my destiny and I wanted to change it. This is insane, and this is not what I wanted to have. I had no choice but to assist him after getting drunk. When I put Bellevera back in his seat, he was so drunk. The guests left and his