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"Hardly unarmed, My Dragon." "Time to go home, My Beastly Biker." She smirked up at him, then turning, she walked to the other side of the car to get in. Drake watched, hypnotized, at the sway of her hips. *********************************************************************************************** This is not the end of this story. I have at least one more chapter to do. If you would like to see something in particular, drop me a note on here, a DM, or a note on my profile.

I don’t feel turned on at all. “Duke , what are you doing?” I ask in a blunt tone. He giggles. “I want us to do a little role play, that’s all,” he says, digging in his pack once more. He finally stops and holds up something big and black in the light. I gasp when I see it because it’s a huge dildo that’s already been lubed up. “Yep,” my boyfriend smiles, nodding his head. “I’ll be the doctor and you’ll be the patient. So open up, baby. It’s time for me to check your temperature.”

- JJ (age 18)* *Happy Birthday, Daddy. I made the cover. The horse is supposed to be a motorcycle. Love Emma (age 22)* *You don't seem 50. You seem like you're about 40 but with more opinions. I did the math and I'll be 30 when you're 70 which is wild. Happy birthday. - Grace (age 14)* *Duke. Fifty years. You survived everything thrown at you and built something worth having. Not bad for a kid from nowhere. - Axel*

All the characters solely belong to me, the resemblance to any living or dead is a mere coincidence . Do follow me in insta as agni_aastha. where you can watch my character sketch and aesthetic. ❤❤theme song- Chainsmokers all we know❤ Fighting flames of fire Hang onto burning wires We don't care anymore Are we fading lovers? We keep wasting colors Maybe we should let this go We're fallin' apart, still we hold together We've passed the end, so we chase forever

He shrugged,” I mean you never got to fuck me here “, he said. “Charlie, i dont think thats a good idea “. “Why not?”. How do I say this without this man thinking Im a creepy sex addict that those creepy kinky shit. “Im not… Im not sweet in there, i dont make love, I fuck”. “Well that’s exactly what I’m talking about “. “How do I put this in the most decent way possible, im very different when it comes to bdsm, very kinky bdsm “. I laughed, “ And I still don’t see where the problem is?”

This was the enemy's daughter but she looked so hot to resist. My heart began to beat faster and that made me pull away from her, but I had to do what needed to be done. I faced her as I leaned in and kissed her lips, it tasted good. Her eyes won't leave my face and that made me hesitate a bit, I do not know if she wanted me to continue or not. My fingers found their way to her panties and it was damn wet. My eyes never leaving hers as I stroke her clitoris back and forth, I pinned my finger on it and heard her gasping.

Belle continued her slow, deliberate movements, fully aware of Ethan’s gaze fixed on her. He stood there, breath caught somewhere between disbelief and raw admiration. “You can’t torture me like this, Belle,” he groaned, frustration thick in his voice as he regained his senses, watching her touch herself with a teasing, unhurried rhythm. “Ahh…” Belle let out a soft, breathy moan, her fingers stroking lightly over the damp fabric of her lace bikini. The wetness was already visible, glistening under the low light—a sight that held Ethan’s attention completely captive.

I rolled my eyes, annoyed. "Come on, babygirl. I never saw you here." He scoffed. I was about to say something but was interrupted by a bomb-like voice. "Stop calling her that, Leo. Leave my house right now." Artemis gave Leo the furriest glare and then looked at me with some unreadable hatred. Why he always look at me like that? As if I killed his girlfriend. "Cool, bro. She's literally just a baby." Leo chuckled while winking at me.

“Stick that tongue out and fuck me with it.” He obeyed like a man possessed, moaning into her pussy as she rode his face with no mercy. The room was soaked in heat, sweat, moans, and ilthy words. The scent of sex hung thick in the air and every inch of it was drenched in need. Dana bounced harder, her ass slapping against his thighs. “Fuck, he’s hitting it. Right fucking there. That spot!” Brittany’s fingers dug into his scalp, her thighs shaking. “Keep licking me, baby. Right there. Eat this pussy like it’s your last fucking meal.”

Another one who I know bitterly regrets joining the mafia. He opens the iron gate and I enter through the garden, up the stone steps to the back, where I can see a group making out excitedly under a parasol. they're smoking and wearing ridiculous suits, like they're straight out of The Godfather. Do they really think they're on fire?