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Every set of eyes turned to me, but I was too occupied in seething with rage to acknowledge the consequences of my action. I hit Montero. And it felt damn good. "Hazel." Brooke dashed towards me, standing in front like a shield, as if she was afraid the consequences would end up with my death sentence. "What the fuck are you doing here? Leave, right now," Blake growled lowly. Montero tilted his head from side to side like he fixed some broken bones, his eyes narrowed like a snake's. "That is just one person," he spoke, one corner of his lips curving upward in a sinister way. "I still have 39 more in my possession."

CHAPTER-1. ICE CREAM. BEVERLY Montano sits on a couch near the pool after spending part of his time swimming with his sister-in-law, Kayla Montano. Music from well-known musicians accompanies his head, which nods to the beat. The red bikini with black pattern covers her sensitive parts perfectly.That afternoon, the weather was very sunny. It seems like, Beverly didn't want to get off the sofa. However, Kayla's voice interrupting her forced Beverly to lower her legs and stand straight like a soldier.

Kyle didn't want to leave her body. He was amazed that he, the man who could never leave fast enough, wanted to linger. To say the sex was phenomenal was understating things. She'd blown him away. He'd known that she was going to be hot once he got inside her, but nothing prepared him for just how high that heat would blaze.

what are you doing? I roll my eyes, firing off a reply. Brooke: Coding. Theo: again? you’ve got an addiction. I smile at the screen. Brooke: My name is Brooke and I’m a code-a-holic. He doesn’t respond right away, which gives me time to stew about how cheesy my message was. God, he must think I’m such a dork. My phone vibrates in my hands as I receive another message. Theo: wanna hang?

She moans, "I have to share mine." Brooke is everything I expected and more. She loves having a cock in her mouth and moans when I cum all over her tongue. I first lick the trimmed brown hair around her lovely pussy, 'till she blasts all over my face. She holds her legs back, her pussy open and needy. "Fuck me, Jim."

"Oh, it was nice. I wasn't sure at first either but I enjoyed it. Have you ever done anal?" "No. No girl I've dated has been willing. What about you?" "No. Some guys have asked but it wasn't something I wanted to do with them. I'd be open to trying it though." I got a huge grin on my face because Brooke was giving me more than a hint. When she walked out of the room to get us a couple of more beers, there was a very noticeable exaggerated twitch in her walk. Damn her ass looked good in those jean shorts. When she came back, she leaned over in front of me while placing my beer down and opening it for me. She was showing me her cleavage and I was more than happy to look at whatever she was sho

Brooke moaned louder, staring straight at my face while I watched with my mouth slightly open, my dick throbbing at the sight. “You like how she tastes?” I asked, squeezing her tits harder. “Like honey… so sweet,” he said. Then he positioned himself behind her and pushed the head of his cock against her entrance. I leaned in closer, not wanting to miss a single second as he forced himself inside her. Brooke’s face twisted, half moan, half cry, as he stretched her married pussy wide. “Aahh!” she screamed. I quickly shoved two fingers into her mouth, making her gag on them.

“My system commands zero requirement for a male partner. My perimeter contains loyal pack-friends. That data is more than sufficient to balance my biology. Is it not exceptionally liberating to navigate the wilderness single and completely unchained? Why would my internal wolf ever willingly invite a male to complicate the grid?” Listening to the disjointed ramblings of my intoxicated mind, Brooke found her tongue entirely trapped for a proper response. Her hands carefully draped a thick woolen travel cloak across my trembling shoulders, her palm maintaining a steady rhythm against my spine. Suddenly, her tracking vision caught a subtle distortion in the low-light shadows of a private booth

It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.

she declines his offers politely . “ If you say so Miss Mona . What do you at the Brooke's Villa ? ” he asks picking a jotter and a ball-point pen from his drawer . “ I work as a Chef at the Brooke's Villa ” Chef Mona replies . “ Do you make all the coffee's, teas and juice in the home ? ” Detective Kennedy asks softly as he wrote on the jotter on his table . “ Every person's tea or coffee is made by me except Rodney's ” Chef Mona answered .