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, Dua spoke and Darika shook her head and said, "Why are you all talking in difficult words? Darika is confused and getting bored as well" Jiya: "D******d Emraan Hashmi's movies" Chitragandha: "Naa Emraan Hashmi's movies are only good in kissing scenes" Dua: "Then I think e.books will be good. You know even our author got broad knowledge of all these things through this app and learned to execute her unique imagination in words" The author was like (｡•́︿•̀｡) "These people" Jiya: "Hmmm you are right. Anyone can understand what sex is and how to do sex by only reading books on this app"

Her breast was rubbing on his shirt, making the tip hardened more. The only light in the room was the lights of the candle. Then he turned the night lamp on, on the best side table and then he stood up leaving her almost naked on the bed. She felt strange and disappointed as he walked towards the glass window wall and pulled the curtain covering the window. Then He walks back to her, his eyes have turned dark staring at her with adoration, admiring at him. Momentarily, his eyes filled with lust and life. She was waiting for him as he got closer. He is dangerously handsome and he is her. Only her.

DARKEST LOVE (CURSED) CHAPTER FOURTEEN. Zara nibbles softly on the flavoured pastries , her stomach was full and stuffy, but she couldn't stop eating, they were so delicious. She peeked at him from beneath her lashes , where he sat a few distance away from her. She decided that he wasn't so bad, not as evil as she had heard about his kind, he had not hurt her. Her subconscious was utmost relaxed in that aspect, he would never hurt her, the thought came to her naturally.

"Yes, Babe go on." "You like that?" "Yes lick it more babe, hmm that's it you're hitting the spot." "Love it? Louder babe." "Oh yes, go on!" I am here in the dark garden with the guy, maybe God knows him, but not me. I missed this. It's been weeks since my last. He's so good. We met earlier and decided not to attend the poem reading. Well, this a lot way better than that. He stood up and kissed my neck. He faced me on the ground , I know what he wants. So I bent down , he raised my skirt up to my waist and he unbuckled his pants.

He placed it on the bedside table at the head of the bed, lowering the volume but still letting the music play. He dimmed the lights, then he joined her on the bed where she was sound asleep. He slipped under the covers and spooned her, sharing his warmth with her. Then he inhaled her scent. He knew that moment, the new venture Men’s Aura required. It was a female fragrance and he decided that it would be based on Inara’s scent and the project will commence as soon as their honeymoon was over. He drifted off to sleep as the soft music of Enya’s Drifting played in the background.

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My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

I kissed his neck, sucking marks that appealed to something deep within me, whispering praises between licks. “My perfect boy. You feel so good around my cock. Love how you squeeze me.” He clutched at me, legs wrapping around my waist, calling my name in hushed gasps, each one fueling the fire. Sweat slicked our skin, the air thick with our mingled breaths and the wet sounds of me thrusting into him. I angled to rub his prostate with every stroke, hand wrapping around his cock to stroke in time. “Come for me, baby, let me feel you milk my dick. You're doing so well.”