Bebe Rexha Nsfw Novels & Stories

Hilda thought. At this moment, their gaming group chat had exploded with messages. It turned out that someone had taken Linux' photo and uploaded it onto a social networking app and Rex happened to cross the photo. Rex wrote, 'Damn, Linux! Can I ride on your coattails? Pretty please, Imported Young Man?'

“Julia!” My head snapped up at the sound of Alex’s voice, sharp and furious, cutting through the quiet of my room. Before I could respond, my room door burst open, and there he was, storming in like a hurricane. He looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, his hair a chaotic mess, sticking up in every direction, and heavy bags under his eyes, proof of last night’s tequila marathon. The gray T-shirt he put on was wrinkled, and his sweatpants hung low on his hips, giving him a disheveled, almost comical appearance. But the fire in his gaze made me understand he had seen the video.

, she drenched her pantyhose with the lewd syrup of her own excrescences. How many times in the privacy of her room, looking at herself naked in front of the dressing table mirror, did she get intoxicated by the sensual shapes of her body, feeling attracted to herself? Without any shame, she caressed her vagina in the heat of her wild desire until she achieved orgasm. Being governed by the sign of Scorpio, Valeria was a passionate woman by nature, who knew how to treasure the circle of her desire for the chosen man. One of her many sleepless nights, she imagined herself delivered to the pleasures of lust; testing her most unspeakable appetites. She imagined herself naked and giving herself b

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“Come on, Don Juan. You’re telling me you’ve never slept with a woman you didn’t love?” Marc fell silent. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” Rexy smirked. “How about listing all the women you’ve been with? Do you even remember their names?” Marc exhaled sharply. “That’s the beauty of being a man,” Rexy continued. “We can enjoy a woman’s body without love.” “Hah! Then why don’t you list your past lovers, Rexy Keylan?” Reana suddenly interjected, storming out of the bathroom. Before Rexy could react, she grabbed his ear and twisted it.

But when his voice finally broke the silence, “Back to work already?” She did. Rex stood in the doorway of her office. Pale. Controlled. Unreadable. Their eyes met. For a moment, the world narrowed to something dangerously familiar. Not warmth. Not comfort. Something unfinished. “You should still be recovering,” Jenna said. “And leave this unresolved?” he replied. She tilted her head slightly. “What exactly do you think this is?” A pause. Then Rex stepped inside. “War,” he said. “And I intend to win it.”

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This chapter is rated 18+, skip if uncomfortable. ~~~ “Xavier, but I'm sore from last night.” Reina breathed, holding Xavier's deep gaze. Even though her words said otherwise, the gleam in her eyes betrayed her excitement. “I understand; my woman is always right.” Xavier said hoarsely and placed a lingering kiss on Reina's lips. He was fucking hard; it hurts. But he was also aware of the beast he was last night. ‘Reina deserves a break.’

As far as she could remember, that was her first kiss and the longest one. She reclined on her seat as she touched her lips. She can’t help but to smile without realizing that Sheira is already standing in front of her with both of her hands on her hips. “I don’t know but I am starting to become scared.” Rebecca twitched all of a sudden as she opened her eyes. She was so shocked that Sheira appeared in front of her without any sound at all. “Are you a ghost or something?” “O c’mon girl. Don’t change the topic. I guess you’re the happiest tonight, am I right?”

"God, that sob... I'd edge her for hours." Rex was lost now, head thrown back, fist flying. Schlick-schlick-schlick. The audio looped—Toni's "Layla—Layla—" from the bedroom feed bleeding in. "Her friends too. That redhead? Brianna? Ass plug scene... fuck." Pre-cum strung between his tip and his thigh. He smeared it down, groaning as the robot on screen buries his face between her legs. Level 8. Layla's guttural cry. Back arching. Pussy clenching around nothing. "She's soaking the counter," Rex panted. His balls tightened. Stroke after stroke, chasing that peak. The blindfold coming off—her eyes wrecked, marked. The kiss on her bruise. Mine.