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I said, trying to start a conversation. "A lot," she laughed. * * * "Clarison is a beautiful name" I smiled. "I know," she laughed. "So, why don't we go to a hotel and you know" I licked my lips. "I get what you are saying. Let's go already" she said as she stood up, wiggling her hips as she walked. * * * Clarison Mitchell 'This man is even easier to fool than I thought' I smiled at him as we entered the room.

I just didn't expect that MK, who had disappeared for several days, suddenly came. "Miss me?" MK asked, pulling me into his arms. I did not speak, MK's hot breath hit my face, the cool night suddenly became ambiguous. MK's lips gently pressed against my soft lip flap. Kissing again and again, MK held my face, deepening the kiss. "It hurts..." I cried out with sudden pain. The face that Rod hit, not only didn't heal, it seemed swollen. "Why?" MK asked with a wry face. The corners of my mouth curled in self-mockery and I said, "By Rod... The man who gave the sperm to born me."

she whispered and cleared her throat. "I'm listening." "It was on a cold night, the very first time I dared to run out of the house after my fiance finished hitting and raping me. All I wanted that night was to run and never come back. I was still running even though I didn't know where I was going when I caught sight of the male I wanna take you to. He was coming back from the club looking so drunk and kept staggering, falling, and rising. I initially passed him but my heart longed to help him so I turned and strolled back to him. I asked him where he was going to and though he was drunk he answered and directed me to his home. I got to his home, tucked him into his bed, and turned to leave

I whip the shower curtain back into place and resume washing my hair. "Tell me about your night.," I say, not quite ready to share the details of mine. "Hot guy. Hot sex. Hangover in the morning. Same old, same old. Now talk." I scrub the soap into my hair and sigh. "Well I don't know what to say. Hot guy, hot sex I guess." "Ha!" Kate snorts. "No, that's not just hot guy, hot sex, Kristine! That was your first hook up. Your lame ass was about ready to settle for the same dick forever—physically and metaphorically—and now you've experienced your first one night stand."

Her hands slid down his back, gripping his hips tightly as she gasped, “Harder, Phoenix. Faster—oh, God! I’m—I’m coming!” Her grip on him tightened as her release surged through her body, leaving her trembling beneath him. “Ohh, heaven,” she sighed, arching her back as Phoenix’s warmth filled her, just like before. As they both caught their breaths, the haze of pleasure began to clear from her mind. She avoided his gaze, embarrassed by the intensity of the moment. “Don’t look at me,” she muttered, still refusing to meet his eyes. “I’m embarrassed.” Phoenix chuckled softly. “Stop being shy.” He leaned down to kiss her lips tenderly. “This is just my way of saying good morning.”

The heat of her body hovered just above mine, and I froze, staring at her naked body. With that teasing smile, she reached down, wrapping her hand around my cock again, stroking it slowly back to life even though it still throbbed from the aftershock. My breath hitched as she guided me to her slick folds, dragging the head of my cock along her wetness. I shuddered, gasping at the sensation. So hot, so soft, so wet. “Camille—” I croaked, my voice shaking. I could actually die for real this time. Was there ever a registered case of someone dying due to the overwhelming pleasure of their first sexual experience?

He reached around her to grab a bottle of shower gel and she felt its cool thickness rubbed at the puckered skin of her anus. Gabe Peralta was the first—and only—man who'd every taken her there. The first time she'd felt his cock plundering her ass her body automatically resisted. But he was a skilled lover and when he was inside at last, filling the tight channel completely, an icy hot flash of lust surged through her and she'd climaxed almost at once. Now she felt the rush of anticipation, of expectation as his soap-slicked fingers probed her rear entrance. One finger, then two, scissoring to stretch her tissues.

They both fall on the bed and Oliver took her hand to his chest. “This is the best sex, I have ever had, I can’t believe I had sex early in the morning, I heard morning sex is more sweeter from Beauty but this is the first time I was experiencing it, it’s very sweet I must confess, you’re too good baby, I feel empty now” she smile. “Let rest for some Minutes before going back to our hotel” he said and Oliver nod her head before placing her hand on his chest. Nate cuddled her in his arm before they both fall asleep.

"What the hell is going on?" "What I told you is all I know." Matt took a swallow of his beer. "I didn't even get a chance to talk to her." He looked at Dara. "I followed all your suggestions to the letter. Even made all the arrangements for tonight, But she ran like her butt was on fire. What happened?" "Yes, Dara." Brenna frowned. "What happened?" Dara took a sip of her drink and looked across the table at Matt. "I think I may have miscalculated a little."