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His cock grew limp and he pulled it out of my love hole. ‎I'm still craving for more.

You got exactly what you wanted. "Nonsense!" Celina roared. "How dare you slander me like this? So all your concern for me was just an act. You don't really love me at all! If you really loved me, you wouldn't care whose babies I was carrying. You're just a narrow-minded, petty man!" I gave a bitter laugh, feeling the irony of it all. Right. According to her, the fact that I cared about her carrying another man's child meant I didn't care enough about her or that I didn't love her enough.

Though the love from Rayn started as Lust and greed but with time he showed he can be better person and his love for his wife Aurora is about lust anymore he fall for her without his knowledge. Here the end of the story -HIS LUSTFUL LOVE ..........THE END...........

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

Beautiful, creamy tits with pale pink tips begging to be kissed. Theo sucked in air through his teeth, unable to look away and feeling his pants grow tighter. His face reddened when his eyes greedily skimmed the other pictures. Her back was turned, and she was bent over as if picking something off the floor. Her ass was propped up in the air, and he could see the hint of her bare pussy. His cock lurched to life, and he tried to hide the boner, clearing his throat awkwardly. He swiped the photos aside. "I... I'm sorry. I have no idea why Vivian would do such a thing,"

well I have another reason to hate her By now I thought first to check whether is an innocent or culprit but it's enough now she will have to bear every pain for what she has done till now with my country Now the actual game will begin, the game of hate and love. Be ready Ahana because I am going to destroy you in hate with the weapon of love.

I arch up, grinding shamelessly, needing more. “Slow,” he mutters against my lips. “Want to feel every fucking inch.” He strips the rest of the way—shirt, jeans, boxers—until he’s naked above me. Broad chest dusted with dark hair, muscles shifting under skin scarred here and there from years of hard work. His cock juts thick and heavy between us, veins standing out, tip already wet. I reach for him, wrap my fingers around the base. He hisses, hips jerking into my grip.

I roll my eyes, “You know I can handle shit on my own.” Scarlett acted like she didn’t even hear me again. Once more, she started pacing, shaking her head every now and then when she looks at me, “How did this even happen?” “Well, when a man and a woman are left alone in a room-” “Haha,” Scarlett fumed, “You know what I mean.” And so I tell her. I tell her just how this ridiculous, disreputable, love transaction started. “It was when he found out I was wearing a wig…”

A bond that strengthened through trials and tribulations. A love that laughed at impossibilities. Uthando's laughter echoed, a promise of a brighter tomorrow. Their illicit love story became a legend. A testament to love's transformative power. A reminder that true love conquers all. *Love is love, even if it is illicit Like light remains light, even in the darkness* - - - THE END “Dear beloved readers,

Inside, a photograph. Laminated. Full color. Crystal clear.