Novel & Cerita Bl 18+

Be very careful, William, as one kiss to commemorate the past might lead to disaster. Disclaimer: 18+ Contains explicit sexual content and use of profanity. Read at your own risk. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

ADMITTING MY FANTASIES TO MY RIPPED TRAINER Aurora's POV I stood in the gym in my seamless lavender colored leggings paired with a matching sports bra that my boobs were almost spilling out from. My hair pulled into a messy bun, lip gloss with no make up on, clean trainer shoes and my water bottle. My eyes darted around the gym room, looking for no one In particular but a ripped trainer. The only reason I was coming to the gym in the night.

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Meanwhile, Blaze was on his phone, looking at his mails, Mia waited for him to finish, he looked up to her with a smile but once he saw her angry face, his smile dropped. "Are you kidding me? A pack of pads in size of XL." She threw the pack on the ground and ran upstairs. "What the fuck?!" He yelled. "Dude I need your help!" Blaze mind linked Zach, his beta. "The fuck?! I'm busy." "Fuck that, I need you now in my room, right now!" He ordered. "I hate it when you become so annoying!" "I know you love me." He smirked and cut off the mind link.

he pointed at me, "no kissing, no touching, no sex, no and I repeat, NO DATING" "What the hell Jonathan? I'm 18." I yelled, "It's a little too late for the 'overprotective brother' act." "And what's that supposed to mean?" he looked at me sternly. "I just mean that I'm old enough to make my own decisions, I know when to say no," I looked at Blake with flirty eyes, "and yes." I smirked. We kept eye contact for a while before he talked again, "I wasn't planning on it."

💍💍💍 |￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣| | PLEASE VOTE ʕ◕ᴥ◕ʔ | | | | | |＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿| (\__/) || (•ㅅ•)|| / づ ✦ . . I warn you, smut is not available. I wrote it but I am not posting here for younger readers to read (if I have any lol). And trust me when I say this: Our generation NEEDS holy water. Now that I look back to this story, I am also asking the question what just happened lol.

NOTE: This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains sexually explicit scenes that may include multiple partners, same-sex partners, sex in public places, sex in front of others, acts of sadomasochism, spanking, bondage, and so on. These are described with very explicit, sexual, graphic language. If you find such things disturbing, offensive, triggering, etc., this book is not for you, so please do not read further. All sexual activity in this work is consensual, and all sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older. In this book there are no sexual acts between humans and creatures in animal form, and there are no sexual acts between family members or other relatives. You must

I’ll tell you this in advance: be ready to throw hands at audacities! As usual, it will be 18+; whatever will I do without smut? As always, thank you for reading, and hopefully, I will see you in my next work! Happy holidays!

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

He walked toward me. He was holding a large plate of banana split ice cream that had too many scoops on it. "Eighteen scoops for your eighteenth year." He bit back a smile. "I know you don't like celebrating your birthday and I—I apologize if this is out of line. I just thought—I could do something small that maybe your mom would have done for you. I'm sure she's looking down here right now and giving me a thumbs up for this, Bloom." I couldn't help the grin that stretched across my face, my eyes lighting up. I laughed. "Zac—you did not have to do this. Eighteen scoops is a lot."