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"You're... hot when you're vengeful." The air thickened. They stared at each other for a while, Elena trying to decode the look in Lila's eyes. Elena leaned in, their lips brushing in a tentative kiss. What started as revenge turned erotic—back at Lila's apartment, they explored each other. Lila's body was lithe and responsive, her mouth soft as she kissed down Elena's neck, sucking her nipples tenderly. "I've never been with a woman," Lila confessed, but Elena guided her, spreading her legs and teaching her how to lick pussy—slow circles on the clit, fingers probing deep.

Then Kaida’s mouth found the sensitive spot where Desirée’s neck met her shoulder, her cool lips and the subtle scrape of her fangs sending shivers of pure, erotic terror and delight down Desirée’s spine. “That’s it, my love,” Kaida whispered into her skin, her voice a silken caress. “Let go for us.” Conor’s mouth was driving her insane. His tongue fucked her in shallow thrusts before returning to circle her clit. The dual sensation of Kaida’s cool, deliberate touch and Conor’s hot, hungry mouth was too much. Desirée’s hips bucked off the counter, her hands tangling in Conor’s wild hair. Pleasure, sharp and blinding, ripped through her. She came with a shattered scream, her pussy clenching a

They were married for five years yet Michael had no idea that Christina knew how to play the piano! Ballade pour Adeline was a song that was enjoyed by a great number of people through different times. There was a beautiful legend in Greek mythology. A long time ago, there was a lonely king named Pygmalion in the Kingdom of Cyprus. He created a sculpture of a charming young lady and admired her allure every day and inevitably fell in love with the sculpture eventually. He prayed to the gods for a miracle of love. His sincerity and perseverance moved the god of love Aphrodite thus giving life to the sculpture. Since then, the lucky king and the elegant young lady lived happily ever after.

She hugged me warmly. “Elena, you always pick the most divine venues. This place is perfect.” Lucas’s eyes met mine over her shoulder dark, hungry, full of secrets. My thighs clenched at the memory of him inside me against the window, his cum still leaking down my leg when I’d left last night. We tasted cakes. Vanilla bean with raspberry, chocolate hazelnut, lemon elderflower. Victoria chatted about the “intimate” ceremony, her hand occasionally brushing Lucas’s arm.

I smiled, wallowing in those same fantasies that had only haunted me. For a year, since I turned 18, I had been daydreaming about the day we would meet our mate and how I would get struck by his manly pheromones, which would capture every part of my being and pull us towards each other. How he would hold my hands, stare into my eyes passionately, and tell me my suffering is over.