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I couldn’t hold it in as Orgasm crashed over me without warning. Thick fluid of cum spurted into Marcus’s hand and onto my stomach. My body shook violently — legs trembling, abs clenching, breath stuttering. I bit down on my lip until I tasted blood to keep silent. Sweat beaded on my forehead. Ethan glanced over again. “Jamie, you sure you’re good? You’re sweating like crazy.” I nodded frantically, terrified my voice would crack. Marcus spoke up smoothly, still slowly milking the last drops from my spent cock.

He moves so fast I cannot even remember the faces of people I speak to. “Please,” I ask him “Slow down.” My feet ache and my muscles are sore. I have long since dropped the flowers on some random table, hoping silently they would burn and take the building and everyone in it. My fingers grasp onto a glass and I gulp down water quickly, my throat parched from flimsy small talk. The wedding will be in the papers. I can see the headline now- Two Crime Families Put Aside Differences; I knew the papers would sell quickly. Crime sold. I would know. My name had been in the papers since the day I was born thanks to my father. New York would tremble underneath me if I wanted it to. I dripped in cashm

"One day, he even killed his family when he was possessed by this demon. He lost everything by his own hands. He is said to have come to this same grounds and took his own life when he realized what he had done to his family." Mia's heart skipped a beat and beads of sweat lined up on her forehead. Horror stricken, they stared at Cade in utmost silence. "How true is your story?" Mia asked, breaking the story. Cade only shrugged sipping from his drink, seeming unconcerned. "That was disturbing." Rain stated and they all agreed, giggling. Deep down, they knew they all loved scary stories. Next Steph graced the occasion with another really disturbing story about a kid gone missing in the woods a

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This was because all of the victims were bleeding and there were several bite marks on the victim's bodies. But I think it's just a coincidence. If it exists, I don't know what to do. There's no way something like vampires exists. "You think the same as me, don't you Frey?" I said to Frey. I told Frey about it when I visited her that night. About vampires and bullshit hotly talked about by the citizens. Frey just smiled and nodded slowly in response to me. To be precise, Frey looked a little reserved today. She didn't seem to be listening to the conversation.

She breathed out. “That’s where I was headed, too!” I told her with a giddy smile. “Do you know much about supernatural stuff?” She nodded excitedly with bright eyes. “I’m a blogger, determined to find out the truth about the Aguya mystery.” We finally made our way up the stairs and found a table to settle down on. The whole floor was littered with shelves holding books with information on different magical creatures. Vampires, witches, fairies, elves, leprechauns…. the list went on.

I’m here. I started typing frantically, pouring everything out while pacing my room. **Me:** The package with the new big dildo, lingerie, and filming stuff is arriving in like 20-30 minutes. My dad inspects any delivery that comes here. He’s super strict, if he sees anything sexual he’ll lose it. He’ll search my room, my phone, everything. I just deleted my OnlyFans. I don’t know what to do, I’m so scared… I was in the middle of typing more when a loud knock sounded on my door.

Cali asked. “They’re right here in central Connecticut,” Caitlin said. “I just heard it on The Morning Show.” Leesa leaned forward so she could see Caitlin around Cali. Whenever she heard about unexplained killings her thoughts immediately turned to the supernatural. First it had been vampires, but since her last few dreams, she had now added zombies to the mix. She hoped this latest report would be easily explained by human causes, but she knew how often vampires hid their killing behind the guise of human depravity. She doubted zombies would ever be so careful, though.

His eyes remained glued to the television as he listened to the morning news. A story came popping up on the screen that made curl his lips wickedly. TEN NYU UNDERGRADUATES WERE FOUND DEAD IN THE WOODS AND THEIR BODIES MASSACRED BY AN UNKNOWN CREATURE. THE TWO SURVIVALS OF THIS GRUESOME MURDER NARRATE THEIR ORDEAL... "Seems like you had a lot of fun last night," Grimacing slightly, Madison mumbled walking into the room, her heels clicking on the marble floor with each step she took.

I admitted. His breath was deeper now. And I found myself speaking up. I told him about the dream where my step uncle pinned me against the wall of my childhood home, my lips parted, wrists tied. I told him how he whispered filthy things in my ear while his fingers slid between my thighs. I told him how I begged. How I cried out. How I woke trembling and wet. With every word, my body remembered. The heat. The ache. He didn't speak. But I felt him listening. When I stopped, I was breathless.