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I will also be including the following bonus side stories for subscribers: Amanda x Asahina Yang Yang story Rusty’s story Omega heat season (and how they spend it with their alphas) Mpreg scenes for various couples after graduation That’s all! I have a new work called Godfather World on Tapas & Patreon Advanced Chapters so please check that out. Bromance heavy and implied but not canon BL. At the same time, your girl is going to be hosting more Youtube content and going back to my roots - writing Yaoi Fanfictions. Alternatively read all my works on my website (destinyaitsuji.<0m)

“Okay? What are you trying to say?” “How much is membership?” “The initial f*e is ten grand, with a yearly f*e of two. Wait, that was the price for couples. It could be more for single folks. I don’t remember. I haven’t gone in years.” “Shit! Are you fucking serious?” Lisa’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head. I laughed. “I told you it was expensive. You don’t have to do this, Lisa. Seriously, I don't even know if I should.”

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV I take my time there, sucking it like candy, my tongue poking at the pee hole in the middle. Feeling that Dnaria shudders again, and I peek up to see her closing her eyes briefly.

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The rest of the day was a waking nightmare. Anjali moved through the grand haveli like a ghost, her body a traitor, humming with the memory of Vikram’s touch. Every step sent a jolt of sensation through her. The rough fabric of her petticoat felt like sandpaper against her tender, spanked ass. The silk of her saree brushing against her swollen, sensitive breasts was a constant, arousing torment.