7 Prc Bergara Mga Nobela at Kwento

Clothing consists of several layers of fabric with ties in addition to the waist. Aranjo gasped because her breasts were clearly displayed in front of the General. Aranjo releases the man's manhood and tries to cover her breasts using both hands. The General stopped Aranjo's hand before he had time to touch his own breast. The general, who was almost mad with passion, went crazy as he stared at the two breasts. Full round breasts with reddish nipples. Greedily the General sucks one of the nipples with one hand roughly squeezing the other breast.

She woke up in his bed with no memory of the night before. He was Dominic Blackwell — the most feared Alpha in Evermont, ruthless, cold, and devastatingly gorgeous. The one man her father would burn the world to destroy. And she had given him everything. Serena Ashford was supposed to become the next Alpha of the Bright Moon Pack. Instead, she was disowned, exiled, and carrying the enemy's baby — a baby he refused to believe was his. "I do not know who you are. Do not call this number again." One phone call. That was all it took for him to throw her away like she was nothing. But Serena was done being nothing. She scrubbed toilets to survive. She slept on floors. She gave birth alone

I muttered and the woman wearing a colourful dress and a turban that sat under a bush of unkept hair sitting behind the table smiled. “It's from the A****n rainforest. Made with the bones are from a rare bird called the harpy eagle. They say it gives you strength and courage. And the colour is made from pure pearls.” “It’s absolutely beautiful! How much is it?” I asked as I admired the prong. “For you, my dear, only 50 silver coins.” The lady smiled at me staring at me through her lashes. The prong is very beautiful, but fifty silver coins is a little too much for anything. I sat it down on the table with the other jewellery and smiled at her.

“Tonight we’re offering you the Harem Contract. If you sign it, you officially become our shared Gangbang Princess. You belong to all of us. We will use you regularly — sometimes small groups, sometimes much larger ones. Your holes will be trained, stretched, and filled on a consistent basis. You will be worshipped, used, and cared for. In return, you give us complete freedom to claim every part of you whenever we want.” The room was silent except for my heavy breathing. Twelve men watched me intently, cocks still semi-hard, waiting for my answer. I sat up slowly, cum dripping from my body, and took the folder with shaking hands.

"I've only just gotten here. But, you know Zhao, he's probably talking strategy with someone in the hallway." The man smiled at this. I caught a glimpse of Jace standing to my left, subtly trying to get Adam's attention. "Enjoy yourself tonight," Adam said, patting him on the shoulder. We walked away from Alpha Chen towards Jace. "They're here," was all he muttered and Adam turned to see a group of four men walk in. They were all tall and regally dressed. Pale skin, light hair, piercing blue eyes, and a sharp jaw were common features to three of them. The fourth was shorter, rounder, and older- looking with dark brown eyes.

They pushed her to her limit by killing me. “Oh, no. That won’t happen. You know why, Pryce? It’s because the crystal she had on her necklace belongs to our family. Our youngest sister, Cashmere, AKA Margarette, gave it to her. We know the power that flows in it. And we can control it, as well as with the help of Magenta’s runes by her cage. She would be helpless.” Hera asserted, confident that they are leading the game, and I got confused when they mentioned Marge. Was she their sister? Hmm. That means they are Southern Witches.