Novel & Cerita Bakudeku 18+

Do Sejin is twenty-one, but he is often mistaken as an underaged boy because of his facial features. "Soju." His voice is low and naturally seductively husky. The middle-aged woman blushes a little. She gives him a slight nod and hurries inside. He leans back on the chair lazily and looks up at the dark sky. He doesn't want to go home tonight.

****The Present**** “And I think that’s a good place to stop.” I smiled, placing my hand on Hibiki’s knee. “Aw, but it was getting good.” Forrest pouted. “Perhaps, but we did promise Riko to keep it PG13. So best we stop there. It gets a whole lot XXX rated after I pushed him to his knees.” I winked. My poor granddaughter was as red as a tomato hiding her face with both hands.

“Sure, Don" "Good", Chase took two steps backward and placed the cigar between his lips. Ever so sensually and taking his time, he blew out smoke again and nodded at Lucas. “This should be your first and last time behaving like a fucking teenager throwing a tantrum else we both know I won't hesitate to bury a few bullets in your skull, si?", {"Yeah?"}

Number seven. Then I felt it. A presence. I glanced up just as Abaddon and Kiwor entered the cafeteria. His dark eyes locked onto mine, and when he saw the jersey on my body, his expression shifted. He froze. His jaw clenched. And I fucking smiled. Two can play this game, Black. He reached me in seconds, looming over me like a storm. “What the fuck are you wearing?” I lifted my chin, defiant. “Kendrick’s jersey.” Kira answered for me, far too amused. “He begged Aurelia to give him some of her luck today.”

Themes: Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Strangers Mia swiped the keycard and pushed open the door to her hotel room. After a grueling 12-hour flight and a tedious business conference, all she wanted was a hot shower and sleep. She wheeled her suitcase inside and surveyed the spacious corner suite with floor-to-ceiling windows. The evening skyline twinkled with the lights of surrounding buildings. "At least this trip has some perks," she murmured, kicking off her heels and shrugging out of her blazer.

“Never.” I laughed. ”Why not? I mean, you’re gorgeous.” His cheeks flushed and he smiled. “Just focus on relaxing, Christiana.” But I didn’t give up. “Come on, tell me” I coaxed. Mason sighed. “I’m focused on my career,” I raised my glass. “To successful, handsome bachelors” Mason clinked his glass against mine “To beautiful, sophisticated and intriguing women.” I blushed, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. Our eyes met, and I gulped the rest of my drink to ease myself.

Hey future readers! This a different book complimation. Containing several books of this series. Atleast containing up to 30-40 different books. Same Genre, Same Trait. Note all pages has an hint on the erotic part. Strictly for 18+. ************* Juliette tried not to stare when Louis entered the kitchen only wearing a towel. He was just out of the shower and his short brown hair was slicked back. He had a beautiful, tanned, muscled body. She’d become his private chef three months ago, and she was after all in his home, but she had still not gotten accustomed to his perfect six-pack, or the muscles rippling down his back as he leaned into the window and looked up at the sky.

Ride Tonight was the annual boxing match, something the guys did to let off some steam, the Adams-Anderson lot was filled with more bikes than normal due to the neighboring charters coming down. The fighting hadn’t even begun, yet the air smelled like sweat and testosterone. It was kind of a turn-on. “Y/N Hunny can you take that box of beers outside for me,” Alice asked nodded at the box she was talking about. “Yeah sure,” you smiled grabbing the box off the bar.

Eight rogues werewolves against a wolf which is an Alpha. Was he an Alpha? "Weak Alpha, my foot!" I cursed, stomping my foot against the floor underneath me. Good luck, Mate! I'm sorry but I'm not going to help you. A weak mate is the least I desired from the moon goddess. "Ezra!" I called through mind link, inviting him over to my chambers. "Get your fucking short co*k over here!" I yelled in an authoritarian tone. I need something to forget about my mate and that is a hot fvck!

Jake was nineteen and in his second year of college. Everyone called him a p**n warrior because he knew the girls so well. Even when they wore masks, he recognized their bodies—the shape of their tits, how their ass bounced, the way they moaned. But this new blonde girl, SweetLily, had him hooked bad.