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Another part — the dangerous part — wondered what would happen when he finally figured it out. Because there was no hiding it much longer. No turning back. Not anymore. End of story 1

The dorm room smelled like instant ramen, vanilla body spray, and the faint metallic tang of nervous sweat. Finals week had turned the entire floor into a pressure cooker, but room 412 was quieter than most. Lights off except for the two desk lamps and the blue glow from Lena’s laptop screen. Textbooks and highlighters littered the floor like casualties.

“Let’s hope nobody heard you begging for it.” Elijah was... Everything. But we broke up a year later when I had to leave. Since I've told you all this gory, beautiful stories about myself and it is time to finally close the curtains. I'm sad to go. Trust me, I am, but it's been fun sharing my deepest, sexiest secrets with you. I guess we might just call this entire book "the diary of a slut"

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Speaking of the book. She looks at the clock in the bathroom. It’s still early, and being a Saturday, no one is up yet. But feeling wide awake now, Candace decides on a bath. Pulling off her boy shorts and chemise, she grabs the bottle of Entice. It’s strange, but while ready the book the girl became so entranced by it that when she finally came out of her stupor she found that she held the same bottle that was in every single one of the stories.

she moaned as he finally landed on her G-spot. Bernard repeatedly hit her G-spot, and each time, she shook as if she were convulsing. Bernard's finger was also messing with her pussy. Bernard fucked her like there was no tomorrow until she reached her limit. Bernard, however, did not stop thrusting even after she came. Monette has no idea how many times he made her cum. All she knows is that he gave her the best fuck, as usual. "So, what are your plans?" Bernard asked. "You can't just hide forever."

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he said, voice low, “until I say you’ve earned the right to come.” Then he leaned back and opened a book—reading, stroking her thighs absentmindedly, while she sat impaled, throbbing, dripping, trembling on his cock. It was torture. Delicious. Cruel. Absolute. ⸻ An hour passed. She was shaking. Desperate. Begging with her eyes. He closed the book. “You may move now.” She rode him like her life depended on it. And when she came, he pulled her against his chest and thrust up into her, hard and brutal, until he exploded inside her with a groan.