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F - First U - Uncommon C - Classified K - Kriminal (I am using 'K' instead of 'C' because it's my story, so no offense) Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have

I was about to turn my direction toward the female shower room when Adrian held my arm. “Tell me first about the rumors. It’s about what?” He asked, there’s a ghost of smirk in his lips. Clearly, he is flirting. I’m not numb enough not to notice it. I craned my neck then squinted my eyes. “People say you’re a good performer. That’s it.” I tried to say it casually even though my heart is already banging my chest so wild. “Uh-huh? I’m not a dancer nor a singer. How am I a good performer?” This time, his smirk is already visible.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Hi, I will not say much. This is an erotic story that contains a mom/aunt/son. As you know, I write about Aunt/Mom’s stories. Please support me by reading my other stories, too. Also, you can support me on my P*****n: p*****n.com/laxu00 Story starts

“And just so you know, you are also not my type.” “Oooh,” Boyd playfully placed his hand over his heart. “I’m touched.” “I like my men strong and healthy. A skinny little fella like you would be crying for his mama if handled by a woman like me. Heeeeeee maaaami musana ine nafa. ” She was taunting her colleague by making more crying sounds. Natasha and Nicole busted out laughing while Boyd nursed his bruised ego, genuinely appearing offended by Astridah’s taunting remarks.

Adam yells. "What do you think human trafficking is, you piece of shit? Do you think anyone is going to miss your sorry ass?" Jon walks over to Adam and kicks him hard in the side. "All I did was take them from one place to another. I didn't kidnap them; what I did wasn't against the law." Skye growls at him as she gets closer. "You're stupid. When my sister is done with you, the world will be rid of one less idiot." Jon kicks him once more before returning to the truck.

His other hand curved around my throat. “I’m going to ruin that little dry spell,” he said. “You want that?” I nodded, eyes fluttering shut. “No,” he growled. “Use your words.” “Yes,” I gasped. “Please. Ruin me.” And judging by the dark promise in his smirk, he intended to do exactly that. Adrian starts fingering me harder, fingerfucked me with ruthless precision, harder, deeper, coaxing my body into full surrender. My legs started to give out, and I clung to his shirt, moaning, gasping, and falling apart under his touch.

His eyes were bristling with anger while he said this because he couldn’t tolerate Caroline’s rude behavior. “You have time to decide till tomorrow! And if your answer is NO then you can tell me RIGHT NOW!” “I never said my answer is NO. I’ll think and tell by tomorrow.” Caroline rushed out of the office with attitude as she yelled at my dad. ***** “What a dumb human! Money cant buy happiness??? Money can buy anything! And if you have money then why do you need happiness anyways. These emotions/feelings are such a waste of time!” Caroline mumbled in anger in her office.

I whispered again. Kissing Tania’s cheek, I gently spoke into her ear. “Are you alright Tania?” She finally stirred, and then opened her eyes. “That was the best experience I’ve ever had, how did you learn to do that?” “Oh, it’s something I read about in an erotic story,” I lied. Putting her arms around my neck, she whispered, “Fuck me, fuck me hard.”