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He looked at April with a comforting smile. “Fucking sucks hah!” The distressed girl who cried and looked gloomy a while ago started laughing. “That’s better,” He offered his white handkerchief with a rose emblem on the side. “I’m Aizen, sorry for intruding your me time.” He introduced himself, and stood up from the bench. “Well, I shall take my leave. See you later?” “April, that’s my name.”

Flashback It was an afternoon like any other, but Damien couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Aria was sitting on the edge of the fountain, sketching something in her notebook. She was deep in concentration, her fingers moving gracefully across the pages as the soft breeze tugged at her hair, which fell in perfect waves around her shoulders. Damien stared at her, completely absorbed, his thoughts momentarily consumed by how effortlessly beautiful she was. It wasn’t just her looks though she had those, in abundance, but the way she existed in the world, with an ease and confidence that drew everyone’s attention without her ever trying.

So, he laid her down again for him to continue the hot encounter of their weapons. "I want more, Jacob. I'm really enjoying your big and long manhood. Please, make me feel the delicious taste that I've just experienced in you my whole life," Aiza begged. Then Jacob once again pointed his weapon at Aiza's womanhood in the missionary position. Her groin was already wet and very slippery inside, so he could easily insert it inside of it. "Ooohhh... That's right, Jacob. I love it. Please don't stop. Make it harder," Aiza muttered as she closed her eyes and felt the strange taste brought by what they were doing. She hugged him and tightened her grip on his body.

I was enjoying looking at his abs— Aza quickly shook her head, scolding herself for the thoughts that came to mind. "Am I already being a perv?" Aza whispered to herself, disturbed by her own thoughts. "Speak, woman!" Aza flinched slightly at the sound of Raizen's voice. She could feel his authoritative aura. "H-huh?" Aza stammered, noticing Raizen's emotionless gaze fixed on her. Ugh, I hate that look. He really is the Cold Prince. Aza thought, feeling the coldness in Raizen's gaze, lifeless and colder than ice.

Every second of every single day. My name is Yamamoto Aito and I am the most popular, most handsome guy in the school. I have platinum blonde hair which I'm too lazy to comb so it's always messy but people tell me it makes me look sexy. I have eyes like crystals. Brown but glassy. A slim pointed nose, pretty pink lips, and smooth clear pale skin. Not a single blemish could be seen. Thanks to my family's good genes.

It's been a while! So I'm posting a recap in case everyone's forgotten the characters. Thank you for reading if you still are reading. Azure Phoenix (Aoi Phoenix): Aoi's sound was indie while Azure was more on the rock side- but also digestable. Izanagi- a quarter german. His german blue eyes and slightly forreign looking nose easily draws many girls to become interested in him. He bleached his hair in past but currently it's more of a fiery orange with red tips. His natural hair color is an ash brown. Used to play guitar but he now plays bass. One thing that hasn't changed is that he's still a vocalist.

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

And upon the fourth stroke, an intimate scene graced the sight of Maru. The calligraphy was done well and the art used within the text was indeed thought of extremely beforehand. "Do you like what you see, Maru?" Mistress Ais asked wantonly. Maru's oversized cock rested upon her nether regions as it parked there while the owner of the lively serpent witnessed the creative flair in all its seductive glory. Ezperanza on the side could not help but get curious on what was happening directly beside her. But since she has not the strength to raise her back from the soft embrace of the bed with all the unceasing soothing ministrations of Maru's fingers inside her,

Love, hate, Ecstasy, and Pain on the faces of hentai characters were real, even if they were made to be so. She hated the fake cries and looks of pleasure from the women in the s*x video industry today. Even more so, the fake breasts and other body parts. What she liked though were the amateur videos, especially that one that’s under her favorite category in both s*x video and hentai. She loved reading works by Yamatogawa and Gunma. Which featured a lot of fucking good happy s*x between lovers. And her favorite manga series of all time was Take On me/Dominate Me.

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles