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“Look what I have.” “Is this my book?” she giggled as she recognized the cover. “Where did you get this?” “Belkin was telling us how you’re an author. I got a copy. I am very excited to read it. No wonder you are so brave and heroic when you write such stories.” “You do know this is a spicy book.” “Spicy? Cookbook?” “No. Sexy. It’s got a lot of sex in it. The main character has two penises.” “Lucky man! Is the book explicit?” he made wide eyes. “Does he use both penises?”

she said, smiling happily at the thought of their first grandchild. “Hopefully, ma. By the way, I’m here to get my books.” “The ones by Jakara Blue? Yes, it’s on the bookshelf in your room.” Later in my room, I indeed saw about ten books by Jakara Blue that were arranged neatly on a shelf. I picked one of them and traced the embossed author’s name with my finger. This explained why I used the name Jakara Blue as my new name in Japan. It must be because I was an avid reader of Jakara Blue’s books. Remembering about my purpose in coming here, I started opening the folders that were arranged on another corner of the shelf. I had the habit of placing important documents in a folder.

“I mean, I was just saying. She added, dragging my hands in hers. C’mon let’s go inside. I followed suit, involving her in a conversation. “Babe, guess what! Sophia's brows furrowed, curiosity sparking in her eyes. “Spill the beans, Christy, what’s going on?” “I met this handsome godly temptation of a man”, I continued. Sophia’s eyes widened. “A man? She repeated. “That you had to describe him this way?” I nudged her again. Grinning. While Sophia didn’t genuinely crave intimate relationships with men, she acknowledged that the practical necessity of such encounters was solely for the aim of conception. I continued with my story anyway. “He is a massage therapist. ”Chief brought him in to hel

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God, she tasted like sin coated with deliciousness. “S-sir…” Her moans were broken as she started to move her hips, riding my tongue like she couldn't get enough, and fuck I loved it. I slid a finger in along with my tongue, teasing her g-spot and she cried out in pleasure as she arched her back.

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Biting (giving) — 4 Biting (receiving) —4 Kissing (giving) — 5 Kissing (receiving) —5 Zapping (electricity) — 3 Ice cubes — 4 Wax play —4 Clothes pegs — 4 Knife play —2 Fire Play —1 Breath play Breath control — 2 Choking — 3 Humiliation Teasing — 4 Humiliation (private) — 4 Humiliation (public) — 2 Verbal humiliation — 5 Spitting — 2 Objectifying — 3 Shaving — 1 Sexy clothing — 5 Outdoor scenes — 2 Public exposure — 2 Body part torture Nipple clamps — 3 CBT — 1 Sounding —1 Fetishes Feet — 1 Boots — 2 Underwear (panties/lingerie)— 5 Chastity devices — 2 Masks — 2 Leather — 4 Roleplaying Fear play — 4

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Scooped up any drops of pre-come. Suckling hard on the broad head, she reached up and cupped his balls. A curse flew out of his mouth, he released her hair, reached out for something… and wicked fast, he tore open a little packet with his teeth, pushed her head away from his d**k and then rolled on a condom and suddenly she was freaking airborne as he snatched her waist up and dropped her on his c**k… which she might have scowled at him for, but it was like landing in paradise. The pain she felt added an edge to the pleasure she felt. "Good Lord, it's so comfortable here"

Holy. Lena closed the door, her hand skimming the edge as if shutting a holy vessel. She did not rush to turn off the lights. Rather, she walked between the shelves, letting her fingertips trace worn spines and whitened covers, breathing in the scent of paper and years. The bookstore was her sanctuary. Her cathedral.