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Hmmm… I so much love the white colour and my cock twitched that she chose it for her undergarments. She stood naked before me, her smooth trembling skin glowing in the candlelight. Tia is breathtaking. Her full, heavy breasts with dark nipples already hard, soft feminine curves, and a glistening, puffy pussy already betraying her sinful arousal. I performed the ritual inspection slowly and reverently, my hands gliding over every inch of her body as if blessing it. “You are leaking, Tia. Your body weeps openly with unrepented sin.” I ran two fingers along her soaked slit, collecting her abundant wetness and holding it up for her to see.

she corrected him. "No, Bree, and yes I will still call you Bree, I'm not acting, I want this to be real. I don't want any scripted outing," he told her truthfully. She sighed heavily and picked two body splash bottles; one was Pure Seduction for her and the other was Sheer Love for Maria.

And laughed at my expense. I will not sell my body for a debt, especially a debt I didn't create. It's the only thing I have that is mine. I've read countless of books about our kind. About mates, and love. And although I have dreams of a raven haired man, honeycombs for eyes and beautifully tan skin. Towering over my form, pushing my hair behind my ears, watching his tattoos dance over his muscular arms. Caressing my cheeks to soothe the anger or fear that flows through me. Smells of citrus but not bitter. With hints of cucumber and a touch of eucalyptus. The most soothing smell. Like the greatest bubble bath concoction ever devised that you could just melt into.

She had never craved for a man's cock as much as she craved his at that moment and she had no idea why. Perhaps it was his dangerous calmness, or how he reaked of sin. Or maybe it was because he was the hottest man she had ever set her eyes on. Whatever it was, she wanted it. She wanted that darkness to be wrapped around her like a blanket. Thinking about him all night gave her goosebumps. She remained wet until morning. She had no other choice but to pull out her rose toy. Cummig for the third time that day seemed to do the trick, and she ended up sleeping like a baby early the next morning.

His gorgeous locks and body were sprawled on the pillow and bed face up breathing deeply and looking peacefully relaxed. I switched on the water and started getting cleaned up . The body wash I was using was Spanish rose scented it was a body wash that also had lotion I couldn't believe how observant Carl was he even knew the type of toothpaste and face creams I used . I was about to switch off the water with my eyes closed when my hands touched what felt like wet skin the shower was still on I went lower trying to feel my way around what was someone's body that felt familiar I continued to lower and my and was caught . I opened my eyes to Carl who was on steamy in more ways than one .Carl t

When no one was around, I limped out of the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I told Brian to wait at least thirty minutes before coming out. The quiet was broken by the comments exploding across my vision. [HEHHEHEHE. The system didn’t mute the audio earlier. We heard everything.] [I’m sorry, but the villainess and the male lead are way too good together. I suddenly don’t care about the male-lead-meets-pure-heroine redemption arc anymore.] [I don’t want vanilla romance anymore. Give me spice. We must stick to this little side-route now. I’m begging.]

She smells delightful. “Totally natural. But awkward,” comes River’s voice, he clears his throat, “maybe we should give them some time alone.” But I’m too far gone to care. My cock shudders. And Sloane’s fingers never faulter. My torso is thoroughly lathered in salve, but her fingers keep kneading the sore, and painful muscles. Her touch is orgasmic. My body relaxes, more of my tension eases off. My mate is the best drug. And I want more.

I turned my head to the side, dragging in ragged breaths as the bearded man’s hands clamped onto my hips, lifting them higher. Both of them closed in behind me. The bald man grabbed me closer to him, his touch hungry and rough as his fingers sank into my ass. He kneaded the flesh hard before spreading my ass cheeks apart, baring my asshole to the cool bite of the air-conditioned room. “Look at that,” the bearded man breathed from behind me, his voice full of awe. “Her asshole is so fucking pretty.” The bald man’s calloused fingers traced the rose tattoo that curled around my asshole with a rough touch that made me shiver.

Then the glass door slid open. “Need someone to scrub your back?” Raven’s voice was low, amused. I didn’t bother covering myself—just glanced at him through the fogged mirror, grinning. “Desperately.” He stripped efficiently, folding his clothes with that infuriating neatness of his before joining me. His hands were warm as they glided over my skin, the rough texture of the loofah dragging gently. “Babe,” he murmured, pausing. “There’s enough dead skin here to build another person.”

Finn cursed when he saw the red marks all over her white creamy skin. Their foreheads furrowed sadly when they saw how tired she was. Her body full of their love marks, in every private part of her body. Her body was slippery from their sweats and their love juice that was coming out of her flower hole. Her body glistening under the moon light that came in through the glass wall. They gulped as this view made them horny even more. Luca and Finn cursed internally as their hard rod didn’t want to stay calm. Her scent, her body, her beauty are drugs to them.