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"Holy crap." "Just wait." I rub my hands together and sit up in my chair. The Cookie is a giant chocolate chip warm cookie with chunks of Reese's peanut butter cups baked in. It's served in a small cast iron skillet topped with a scoop each of vanilla and peanut butter ice cream. And if that wasn't enough, chopped peanuts, more Reese's, and drizzles of hot fudge cover the deliciousness. The rest of the desserts don't even matter as we pick up our spoons and dive in.

"You are a fraud. You said anyone who eats your fortune cookie can get pregnant, and that even a dead tree would bloom because of it. But Mara can’t. What, is she not even human?" I lowered my head and let out a quiet laugh, something strange creeping into my voice. "That’s right. I’ve never lied. As for Mara, of course, she’s human. If she eats my fortune cookie, she’ll definitely get pregnant." A flash of hope appeared in Mara’s eyes, her voice urgent. "I knew it! It must be because I didn’t eat enough. Make me a few more!" I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and didn’t refuse. "Sure. However many you want, I’ll make them all for you."

I couldn’t complain though, not when Belial traced a finger over the folds of my pussy with a satisfied smirk. “You are fucking dripping.” He whispered into my ears. His finger suddenly plunged inside me, making me gasp. My hands tightened around his arms, my entire body arching forward for more. He pulled his finger out and slid it into his mouth, tasting me, while his eyes locked on mine. The intensity of his desire made me weak in the knees, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist him. Nor did I want to anymore. “You taste so damn good,” he said. “But I need more today.”

Below the cupcakes, there were some bottles of strawberry crush. As he kept digging further, he discovered many some flavored treats like wafers, pocky sticks, candies, and much more. The last thing he pulled out was a fluffy strawberry shaped pillow. it had a winking expression and pouty lips. He turned it around to find a sticky note which read, "I'm sorry" in tiny handwriting.

If I went to bed earlier than him, he always found his way right beside me soon after, he never touched me the way I was dying for him to touch me. He would say ‘no’ and nothing else. I came back down to earth when someone ask to make an order. ‘’Oh, sorry. What would that be?’’ I smile. ‘’Four sour patch kids cookies and three mocha.’’ I nod, still surprised that the sour patch cookies would be such a hit. “Will that be all?” I ask. “Yes. I have been hearing about these cookies and want to trying that. I’m an influencer, so I was thinking that you could give them to me for free and I would give them a review for two hundred dollars.’’

Her big eyes light up like wild fire at that last word. "I make the pistachio one with special nut butter brought straight from the Silvermoon Vale packs," I tell her. She lifts her thick hand up. "Say no more, Alpha. I want that one." "Great choice." "What is inside the yellow mellow jar?" she asks, peaking over. "Sweet coconut milk, fresh mango, wild pineapple, and yellow banana." "That sounds completely amazing too." "Your wolf is allowed to eat both jars, Zara." She looks at her full body and sighs. "No, my eyes are always much bigger than my fat belly."

"Becca, did you make these yourself? I haven't had a chance to taste them yet." Rebecca smiled in response. "I learned how to make these cookies from Chef Flanney at Four Seasons. I couldn't think of anything you need, so it might be a waste to buy you something. That's why I made some cookies myself. I hope you like them." The cookies were shaped like apples. They looked so convincing that one might mistake them for real apples if they were the same size. "They're so beautiful that I can't bear to eat them." Rachel exclaimed. She took a careful bite and revealed an expression of pleasant surprise. "These taste great. It's much better than those overly sweet cakes from the pastry shops. Inde

I dared to look higher and, for a moment, was about to freak out as I saw the face the Shit Witch wears, but this was different. There were subtle freckles, and this woman’s eyes were a blue I would happily drown in. As her manicured hand pushed back her hair, I saw red streaks. I was mesmerized by her beauty, and then a smell overpowered the old lady scent of the armchairs and the herbs the Old Bitch spread around. PEANUT BUTTER CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES!!!

Izzy whimpered. ""The red fruit jelly is your perfume, which has been impregnated in my mind since the first time I kissed you," I nibbled on her chin, penetrating her again, increasing the pace of my movements, "and the salted caramel crust is that special pinch that makes the whole thing irresistible. I felt her insides contract around my fingers, announcing her imminent orgasm, so I took her mouth in mine, swallowing her moan as she came, making me yearn to feel that extraordinary sensation in another organ.

Glorious, sweet, carby salvation. A whole row of stuff caught my eye. — A half-open pack of butter cookies — Chocolate chip biscuits in a fancy gold tin — Strawberry cream wafers — Digestives (not exciting but reliable) — And then… jackpot. Peanut butter biscuits. One of my favorites. The kind that crumbled perfectly, tasted like heaven, and had just enough salty-sweet kick to go with my creamy coffee. I grabbed a pack without hesitation and closed the fridge. I carried my bounty over to the counter and perched on one of the stools, sipping my coffee like I had my life together, even though my soul was still doing somersaults of confusion.