A Beautiful Constraint Mga Nobela at Kwento

The words she whispered to me last night, I don’t think I can ever forget them. With moans as sexy as nothing I’ve ever heard, just before she reached her climax. She whispered into my ears, “You’re so beautiful”. I look at her bare face and I am quiet encouraged by just how beautiful she is without make-up, my hands are still around her waist, and oh what joy I feel as I look at her, I have to be real with myself though, she’s one of the best thing that has ever happened to me.

The man standing in front of him was far more beautiful and alluring than he had imagined him to be. It was lingerie. A seducing, see through lingerie. Reaching just at his hip bone. Not even at his thigh. Just as Cyrus wanted it to be. Noodle straps and closed with just a silk ribbon. He gulped hard to look down at the panties. Strapped with beads. Pearl beads shimmering in dim lights as Denzel shifted on other foot. The front was hardly covering the bulge prominent through the silk fabric. And the back...

Amaya walked slowly and quietly behind the mean looking lady. She didn't have a single smile on her somehow wrinkled face,and she walked with the gait of an angry man. They kept walking and taking bends,until they arrived at another different building in the villa. This one was quite smaller compared to the mansion, but was far more luxurious. Everything screamed wealth and power. The guards at the gate stood professionally and at alert, with their guns at the ready. "Where was this mean looking woman taking her to?" Amaya wondered,but kept following like a lamb being led to be slaughtered.

In the meantime I'm going to go home to my wife, there's nothing else I can do here. Arriving home Layla waddles out the house beaming. Being 32 weeks has made her breathtakingly beautiful, she gets more stunning every day. "Basil!, I've missed you." She jumps into my arms and attempts to wraps her legs around my waist. I hoist her up, my hands are on her lush ass holding her. Going inside the house I kick the door closed. Kissing her lips passionately she starts grinding against me. Breaking away I softly settle her on her feet.

I pulled away with a bright blushing face. "I'm sorry." "Emma." "I shouldn't have done that." "Are you afraid of me?" "No. Why would you ask that?" "Every time you realize that we are getting closer with each other. You back away. Do I repulse you?" "No. I'm just respecting your personal space." "Emma." He leans closer to me, almost inches away. My heart was shaking. I pulled back from him. "What are you doing?" "Emma. When I first moved here, I made a deal with myself to not get to attach to people. To not let them get to close. But for some reason, I feel drawn to you. I can't push you away even if I wanted to."

No matter what happens in the future, having the most beautiful moment in her memory, she feels satisfied. As Azura and Conal's bodies entwined, she caressed his skin, beaded with pearls of sweat, Conal's muscular muscles exuded a distinct male fascination. Azura sank into a rage, closed his eyes, and spread his legs to let him into her body's wettest and softest part.

“Proceed, Ms. Agreste.” I moved through my framework with precision. Every line sharpened by sleepless nights wearing Shawn’s shirt. Every argument something I had bled for while his hands had mapped my body like territory. For a few fragile minutes, it held. Then the screen flickered. The second slide shifted. Not formatting. Content. “Consent remains valid under constraint, provided rational agency is preserved…” My stomach dropped. That wasn’t my line.

She gasps my name like a broken prayer. Her body tenses, breath catching as she falls apart on my tongue with a strangled cry, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave she can't outrun. I don't move until she's completely spent, until she's twitching from the overstimulation. I've never seen anything more beautiful. I hover above her, our breaths mingling, our bodies pressed close. My hand brushes her cheek, thumb stroking along her jaw. "Are you on birth control, angel? I don't have any condoms."

as he chuckled from the other side of the door, which echoed in the hallway of the luxurious compound, "Wow Jora, you are more beautiful than when I last saw you, I must say you filled out rather well." he says as I hear a thump on the wall presuming that he has now leaned up against the wall near my doorway. Sighing I grumble lowly as I unlock the door and just as I thought he was leaning on the wall near my door, he snatches me once more in his strong hands as he pins me to the wall laying soft kisses on my neck that makes my body betray me as I can feel goosebumps roll through my entire body this touch, "Jordan, you need to get off me before anyone sees you." I say as I try to push him o