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I leaned close to her ear and whispered urgently, "You'll get pregnant! Move, now!" Yvette just laughed softly. "Will it be a boy or a girl?" I was rendered completely speechless. What kind of trouble had I gotten myself into? I came to Dakota's home for the New Year and ended up possibly getting Yvette pregnant. I couldn't hold it back anymore. My body jolted, and it all came out. Cold sweat instantly broke out all over me. Yvette didn't budge at all, so everything had… After it was over, she fell asleep with a satisfied smile on her lips. I couldn't believe she went back to sleep just like that! The nerve of her!

Every breath carried the low growl of his voice in my ear: Look at yourself… dripping for me while my fiancée waits. By 7:15 p.m. I was back at his building, wearing a loose black sweater dress that fell to mid-thigh. No underwear. The notebook burned in my bag like contraband. I told myself this would be the last time. One more night of filthy vows and mind-shattering pleasure, then I’d find a way to extract myself from this job before the wedding planning spiraled any deeper. The lie felt thinner than the lace I’d stopped wearing. The penthouse lights were dimmed to a warm amber glow tonight.

Still… the idea refused to leave. “So,” Camille said, sliding a glass of wine toward me as she perched on the stool opposite mine. “How are things with Mr. Hot CEO?” I froze mid-sip, but she raised her glass before I could protest. “Wait. First, a toast.” I grinned and lifted my glass. “Alright, what’s the toast?” She cleared her throat dramatically. “To freedom from awful gold-digging men, a full girl-boss glow-up, and better money, better connections, and… better cocks in the future.”

After all, she had said she never would. The voice was unfamiliar because Vic had only spoken to Nora via text messages on the Internet. Some eight or nine months ago she had dropped into a chat room. Supposedly it was for women only, and women interested in other women at that. Vic had been burned twice in her first month there. Why some guy wanting to pretend to be a woman would actually suggest phone sex was beyond her. Maybe they thought they could convert her or something. Vic had done much better over the years making conversions HER way, but that didn't lessen the feeling of being taken for a sucker. She really hated that.

He kissed her forehead. “Love you too.” She kissed his neck. “So stop being jealous now.” “Can’t promise that, wifey.” Atticus rolled her eyes and stepped away from him. “Entertain your friends. I’ll entertain their wives,” she suggested. “Okay.” She moved away from Phoenix and approached the wives of his friends, who were gathered around the coffee table. “Hey,” she greeted them. “Atticus!” Mhelanie was the first to approach, hugging her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “How are you? It’s been two years since we last saw you. The Bachelor Wife’s Club missed your presence.”

I hаd mу fingеrѕ in my fiancee’s рuѕѕу during the еntirе ѕtоrу. I couldn't just help myself. By the time she was done telling her story, my dick was throbbing painfully, and I swear her pussy had gotten wetter. My fingers were covered in her arousal. Damn, those two lesbians had turned my fiancee into a horny dog in heat and banged her in a fucking public toilet at a club, and she fucking loved it. I could tell from the excitement swimming in her eyes.

Jackie was a white woman married for ten years. She was married when she was eighteen years old. Therefore, her husband was the first man to sleep with her. Even though she was happy in her marriage, she had a weakness towards huge black dicks. She was spending several hours daily on the web reading stories and watching pictures about huge black dicks making love to white married women. Every time, she got finished reading and looking to p**n stories and pictures, she was feeling so horny that she could not hold to finger her pussy and dream of a huge black dick inside her.

The heat moon was here. Fenny had woken up all hot and bothered, her body burned up and at first she had thought it was some sort of fever until she realized it wasn't. It was the heat, and it couldn't have had the worst timing. Fenny was unmated— not by choice, of course, but mostly because she was too stubborn to be held down by the Alpha King who desired her. She hated his guts. He had bought her at an auction as his slave and basically saw her more as a possession.

She’s about to learn exactly how wrong feels when it’s oh so right. These are not stories that ask for patience. They demand surrender. This isn’t just erotica. This is your escape. Your little rebellion. Your delicious, dirty secret. Whatever it is, don’t fight it. That’s what this is for. So take a breath. Sink into it and let these stories take you exactly where you want to go. Now turn the page. Your adventure begins here.

Lara's face contorted in irritation and Mike sighed as he held her to her shoulders, and said to her, — I know you're afraid of me that I will send you away or change after sleeping with you, but I promise you I won't. Lara remembered one of her village girlfriend, whose boyfriend had lied to her friend that he would marry that her village friend, and after the guy slept with that her friend and got her friend pregnant. He denied being responsible, and her friend ended up becoming a single mom in their village, while the villagers in their usual way mocked her friend and it wasn't only her friend. As she knew some other ladies too, whom men had promised heaven on earth, just to got into the