Cameron Dallas Dirty 소설 & 이야기

I spun back into the darkness, cursing viciously under my breath. Forcing myself to turn away, I took the long route around the gardens back toward the bonfire. I spotted Dallas, standing alone near a cluster of lanterns, her phone pressed to her ear, dialing with trembling fingers. “Dallas,” I called. She stopped, spinning toward me, eyes wide with that mix of relief and lingering fear that always gutted me. Her phone slipped slightly in her grip. “Have you seen Ryan?” she asked, voice tight with frustration and something deeper, doubt maybe, or the slow unraveling of trust.

He kissed me again and a massive load came inside me again. When we were through, he hoisted me up, opened the bowl, and returned me to my seat. I couldn't even hear the man in the next cubicle, so I assumed they'd left. He slipped his finger inside my pussy and opened it, allowing the semen he blasted inside me to fall out. He also cleaned my face with a tissue, but my back was crooked and my eyes were closed. I was tired of what we were doing, but I didn't have any more strength. I'm also sure Tayler is looking for me right now, but I'm not sure how I'll deal with him now that I look like this.

A different 'Runner' poised. "Unbutton a button, or two, and smile," Pamela counseled. "That should do the trick. Cáel's not complicated." "I mean...with other men?" she clarified. "He's not the jealous type either. Knock yourself out," Pamela filled in for me nicely. The rest of the discussion was muffled by my entry into the shower. Cameron was halfway through her shampoo. Her calf and thigh caressing my thigh told me my intrusion was just fine. (Late Night Dancing and then Some)