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That smoky quartz necklace flopped against her chest, jangling discordantly. I tried to move my hips. To seek my own pleasure while she dug for hers. But Vanessa held me down with her hips. "Not yet," she said, harshly, and I wondered what she could be waiting for. I quickly found out. "Oh... Oh God," Ariana said. Brian was squeezing her tits, the flesh threaded through his fingers. He had his dick right on top of Ariana's pussy, and he masterfully dragged it back and forth over her clit.

She rubbed her foot in slow, circular motions, massaging me, teasing me right there in front of God and everyone. My cock throbbed, swelling rapidly, straining against the denim. The danger of it—the sheer, reckless insanity of getting jerked off by my cousin's foot while my mother sat two feet away—was fueling my addiction like gasoline on a fire. My mind screamed stop, but my body was screaming more. "I think it takes a very strong man to know what he wants and deny himself," Mira continued, taking a bite of a strawberry. She licked a drop of juice from her lip, her eyes locking onto mine. "But eventually, everyone breaks. Don't you think?"

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

Miranda asked. "I'll have to show you. But you need to take your shirt off first," I told her, "so we'll go into the ladies room." Miranda and I went into a toilet cubicle. It was a little small for both of us, but she placed the seat down and sat on top. I lifted her blouse off her, revealing a bright red bra that hugged her breasts like sea shells with a heart pasted on it in silver sequins. I found her supersternal notch. I placed my fingers on it delicately, looking at the cleavage that the bra shells didn't cup completely, whilst feeling her racing pulse in the notch. Then I placed three fingers below that, to either side was the second rib. Her skin was so soft.

As she watched him being driven away, she knew that this was just the beginning of a complex and dangerous dance, one that would test the limits of her professionalism, her desire, and her very soul. This was the fourth criminal she was fucking and she knew she wasn't stopping anytime soon. These criminals are so hot and she wasn't ready to let go. Note: if you want more of Camila, you can request for it and I might create a book for that purpose.

Miranda cries out as my thumb sweeps over her clit and my other hand reaches up to her neck to apply just enough pressure to restrict the air flow and send intensified sensations to her core. “Open your eyes, Miranda. I want you to look at me as you fall apart.” She opens her eyes at my command, and I can see her free fall over the edge, screaming my name as she comes undone. She looks uninhibited and wild as her muscles quake. “Beautiful.” I can’t help but appreciate the way she looks under me. My cock is rock hard now, ready for its turn for some action. I bring my hand up to my mouth, licking her arousal from my fingers.

Those emerald eyes blazed with adoration, and something else Miranda couldn’t identify but wanted to experience. She knew he could see the wanting in her gaze. He started to pepper kisses down her stomach, offering light licks as he went. She moved to run her fingers through his hair, but gasped as his hands caught her wrists. Miranda wanted to touch him, needed to touch him. She stifled a whimper. Only when she nodded did he return to his game. He moved down until his mouth found the delicate folds he was looking for. With a brilliant tongue delving into her, she felt her body start to tingle and tense. Her breathing labored and it took everything in her power not to grab hold of his thick,

I know about all this because I asked Mildred. I waited for the fighters to get ready. With Mildred's help, I was able to sneak in without being detected. I secretly entered the circle; I knew that I couldn't be sent back if I did that. I turned to see a fuming Nicholas, a surprised Alpha Leo, an irritated Austin, and a murmuring crowd. Nick was giving me the death stare. I ignored him. "I, Mira Constance, a former slave and now a wolf from the Crescent Pack, wish to partake in this contest. I challenge him," I said, turning immediately to point at a bulky fighter.

“Bed. On your back.” I scrambled onto the mattress, lying flat. Adrian climbed over me, pinning my wrists above my head. “You’re ours tonight,” he said, voice rough. “No questions. No hesitation.” “Yes, sir,” I breathed. Marcus joined us, kneeling between my legs. “Spread them,” he said. I obeyed, as ran his hands up my legs, then leaned down, his tongue flicking over my clit. "Mmmmm," I moaned. “Quiet,” Adrian warned, his grip tightening. “You take it silent.”

Lorenzo muttered with a tired chuckle. Miranda smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She rampaged through the drawer for a brief moment before pulling out a small bottle of massage oil and dropping it on the table. She faced Lorenzo with a fake smile, doing her best to make it look genuine. “Yes. I’ll be back—I just want to relieve myself in the bathroom.” With that, Miranda dashed into the bathroom. She quickly dialed Vincenzo’s number and waited impatiently for him to pick up. Luckily, he answered on the first ring.