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HARD TRUTHSSávio didn't mention it again, and when they arrived at the motel not far from the condominium, he chose a suite with a whirlpool bathtub and a pool."Hmm, what a good room choice. You seem excited, huh?" she joked when he received the key from the receptionist."I hope you don't have an early commitment tomorrow, girl, because seeing you at the party tonight has left me permanently hard."Clara didn't want to think about Otávio anymore that night, and even though she had asked Sávio to change the subject, she spent the whole way thinking about the guy watching her drive away. Wondering what he was thinking, knowing where she was going and what she would do. But when Sávio told her how excited he was for her, the excitement also took hold of her, and Otávio was forgotten, at least for now."Hmm, now I'm even more turned on," she said to Sávio, turned to him while still in the car, and placed her hand on his crotch. Even through his pants, she could feel his erection. "What

JUST FOR TODAY…Lara was astonished by each life story shared there. Some cried as they recounted their experiences with addiction, while others seemed emotionally numb and narrated their stories without shedding a tear, even though the details made the hair on her arms stand on end."I'm Ezequiel, and I'm an alcoholic.""Hello, Ezequiel!""My parents are evangelical, so they gave me a biblical name. I'm the youngest, and before me, my parents were not religious. I have two older brothers and a sister, and as incredible as it may seem, only I turned out messed up," he said, giving himself a nickname that made everyone laugh. "I say messed up because I caused a lot of trouble for my family with my drinking. My older brothers say they will never give their children biblical names to avoid bad luck. They think it might be the name that messed me up. I don't see it that way anymore. I'm twenty-nine years old, never been married, but if I ever get married and have children, I will name my

SUGAR CANE PASSIONLara then leaned over him, onto his lap, and without unbuckling his belt, struggled a bit to free his cock and delighted in putting it in her mouth and slowly sucking on it.Murilo tensed his thighs and she could feel the firmness of his hard thighs on her elbows as he made an effort to stay steady at the wheel. Cars and trucks were speeding by next to their car, and the young man, familiar with the area, made a turn onto a dirt road up ahead. The tires sang as he left the highway and took the dirt road, causing Lara to pause in her suction due to the car's jolting.When he parked the car amidst the sugarcane field, she unbuckled her seatbelt and resumed where she left off:"This is better," she said, and Murilo reclined his seat to the maximum, giving her better access. And she indulged in it eagerly.His member wasn't the largest she had ever handled, but it was just the right size for her.Murilo also needed to touch her, and while she sucked him, he tried to rem

THE DISMISSAL OF THE MASTER BUILDERLara woke up refreshed, and the coffee was ready once again. Lipe brought a tray to her bed."Wake up, sleepyhead!" he whispered."I was already awake," she sat up in bed and leaned against the headboard, let out a loud sigh, and accepted the steaming cup offered by Lipe. "This is all very strange.""What?" he asked, as if nothing there was strange. As if it were natural for her to sneak into his bed in the middle of the night."Being called a sleepyhead," she smiled at him and sipped the coffee. "I don't remember ever being called that before.""Wow, not even as a child?""Maybe I was, every child is called a sleepyhead, I suppose. When I had to go to school, I remember studying in the mornings until I was ten, so I believe I must have been called sleepyhead at some point. But if I was, I don't remember.""Did you finish your studies?" Lipe asked, and she took her time to respond. She stared into the depths of her cup, buying herself some time."I

MENTAL CONFUSIONResigned, Clara released the chair, sat on the floor at his feet, sighed deeply, and asked:"What do you want from me, Otávio?" She didn't look at him, gazing at the floor in front of her, and waited for the response that took a while to come, weak and low:"I don't know.""But you must know... you have to know!""But I don't know!"They remained silent for a while. Otávio looked out the window into the backyard, his expression inscrutable and silent. She looked at the floor, disheartened, exhausted, and unsure of what to say."You can't fire someone because we slept together. You know that, don't you?"He didn't respond or show any signs of responding. "You also know that even if he's not here, we can still leave in the same way!""I know that.""And then?""And then what?""What do you want from me, Otávio?""I don't know.""Do you want to date me? Have some kind of relationship with me?" she asked in a low voice, even though she knew what the answer would be."No."