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I nodded again, feeling as his fingers moved amazingly on my nipples, and his cock—Fuckk, his cock was driving me wild. "Harry would never feel your pussy, would he?" he asked, and I nodded again, my both hands over the wall and how I wish it was something I could grip because he was pounding inside so much that I could fall. Colby took his hand off my breast and guided me until my chest was flat against the wall, my ass pushed out. His cock slipped out for a moment before he thrust back in, filling me completely. Fuck! "Mine…" he growled, hitting me places that I never knew existed. "Fucking Mine. not Harry, not anyone else. See how good and well I break and rip you apart, nobody would, bab

Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly need this . May be I will finally be able to grow some balls against his abuses” “Joel doesn’t teach that”. Cuts in the hoarse voice which seemed familiar. Her face still fixated to the book in her hand, making a peripheral vision, she glanced surreptitiously as in out of the corner of her eyes to see the person who spoke to her. “Joel Osteen is a wonderful writer and you can also look at me direct” he said making mockery of her indirect glances. “ I am not afraid to look at you" she blurted still keeping her head downturned.

he asked as he held the bat. His friend sparked it up. “I will be, man.” Dead Freckles at his feet, he gripped the bat. Brody inhaled, holding it in. “This was the slow chick, right?” he said through gritted teeth. “Where the fuck have you been, man?” he said. “Short bus doesn’t do it for me,” he said, exhaling a cloud of blue. “Fucker.” Colton lifted the bat. Brody put the joint back to his lips. “So, you gonna do this or what?”

"Brock, you there?" Brock, wedged between the leather seats of the limo, glanced at his over-zealous mate sprawled across the floor. He pressed his temples massaging his forehead. "Yeah, I'm here. Just wrestling with an overly amorous mate, who has such charm and grace right now. What's the word, Rylan?"

one of them muttered. “Marcus doesn’t have to,” I snapped. “This isn’t about him. This is between me and Ryder now.” I turned around, my eyes landing on the wooden crate sitting in the corner — the one that had arrived from one of our black market suppliers last week. Inside was a small, coiled shadow — venomous in every way except literal. A cobra. Non-poisonous, but beautiful, sleek, terrifying. Perfect. “You,” I said, pointing at Cody. “Get that box ready. We’re sending Ryder a little gift.”

"You know, you look like you could use some help." Not again. "I don't need help from any of you." "Are you sure about that?" His smile widened. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like my brother just ate you alive and spit you out." The accuracy of his observation made me flinch. "What do you want, Cayden?" "To offer you what Hughs clearly wouldn't." He stepped closer, close enough that I could smell his cologne—something lighter than his brother's, but no less intoxicating. "Real advice about the competition."

Colby said and gave Rodrick a knowing, greasy smirk. After Colby gave me a mocking, suggestive wink, Rodrick gripped his arm and steered him back out, giving me time to get dressed.

Although Colby's back blocked the view of Tanya's pussy, she knew that he slipped his fingers inside there from the way she clutched his shoulders and threw her head back in excitement. She deleted the video as she could not bear to watch it anymore. She played another video, it was likely on a different day since her appearance was different. It was still in his kitchen and Colby had an apron on his body. She entered the kitchen, excitedly hugged him from behind, and leaned her face on his back as she asked, "why does it smell so nice in here, darling?" Colby turned and faced her, "you may have forgotten but how can I? Today is your birthday so I'm baking a special cake for you."

Kolby had never had time or even the want for a female or male companion, however, after spending time with the boss's little hacker before they lost her and now with the torture of the female in interrogation, Kolby is finally feeling his body’s cravings. Kolby closes his eyes and is surprised when he is assaulted by erotic images of Gabriela withering and pleading for him to stop while he pins her to the cot underneath him. Kolby turns back onto his back and before he even realises what he is doing his hand has slipped into his boxers and is stroking his hard throbbing cock.

He handed her a towel and indicated where the bathroom was but she didn't move away. "What did you do to your leg?" she asked, staring down at it, noticing that his bulge hadn't gone down at all. "Oh, I broke it mountain biking," he explained, hoping that somehow she wouldn't notice how turned on he was. Glancing up at her face though, he could see she wasn't looking at his leg but at his hard cock straining against the front of his shorts. Staring up into his eyes, she asked, "Isn't mountain biking dangerous?"