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I wanted to excuse myself and leave but my legs were rooted to the ground. I couldn't stop staring. The lady was very sexy. Her skin was wet from the water that was dripping from her hair and her hand was crutching the side of the towel between her chest. I moved my gaze to her plump red lips and swallowed hard. My hands were beginning to itch, I was dying to touch her. "You want her," Zver whispered in an urging tone. Yes, I wanted her, I was desiring her badly. "She can be ours easily if you cooperate and put in the needed work." He added.

But for now , I am going to have what I want, I see it, I want it, I get it, Once I'm done, I switch it off. Simple!!!! But the fact that she was willing to quit her only source of income, no, I meant her source of livelihood, just to not sleep with a billionaire, is triggering to some extent. At that point I didn't know whether to see that as a threat or as a game to just get me to be sympathetic with her. i finally was able to catch sleep and before I knew it, this young lady was in my dream. Desiree!!!

"If you refuse, I will let you go without incident. Forget everything and go home. But do you want that? You came here looking for The Fated One manuscript, and it's right in front of you now, thought to be a replica but still useful… and indulge in sexual pleasure that, in the back of your mind, you're starting to consider may be more delightful than any mortal elation on this earth." Her scaly lips drew into an attractive, greedy smile as she swung back down in a deliberate arc. Her head was just slightly bigger than his lovely, sensual, lustful eyes, and she was gazing at him intently as if a pleasurable moment were awaiting. She hadn't grown. But her sensual charm was... irresistible. Da

She grasped my hand tightly near to her heart and said, "I want to keep you here forever with me." I'm just gazing at her silently. Tonight I felt a strong connection between us and I also realised that this girl doesn't deserve a person like me. She deserves love which I can never give to her. A beautiful and pure soul like her deserves a person who loves her truly and cherish her all his life and I'm not that type of man. I'm dominant, loves to control women and I don't want the feeling of love in my life. I can't give her what she wants. I think my desire to control her will remain my desire only because butterfly doesn't deserve all this. She is a free bird and now I don't want to cut he

she whimpered, her back arching off the bed as my fingers moved with precision, drawing soft gasps from her lips. That was all the permission I needed. Every nerve in me ignited, desperate to give her everything she wanted.

God, the way she carries herself, I thought, my gaze sliding over her with the precision of a predator sizing up its prey. Confident, defiant in every way, every curve of her body tempting me to touch, to claim. And those perky breasts, oh my God, they look delicious. My hand itched to reach out, to brush a stray lock of hair behind her ear, to press my palm against the swell of her breast just to feel that soft heat, to see if she’d gasp, bite back, or shiver. She was sharp, sharp as a blade, and sharp was intoxicating, dangerous. Exactly my type.

Yet his body betrayed him utterly—heat radiating from his skin, muscles coiled tight with restrained hunger, his hardened length throbbing insistently against her thigh, pulsing with undeniable need. Her chuckle returned, deeper now, sultry and knowing, richer and more provocative as it vibrated against his chest. She took his large, calloused hand in hers—her touch light but commanding—and guided it slowly, deliberately, to cup her breast. His palm settled against the soft, yielding curve, the warmth of her skin searing into him. “Because you’re fighting for control,” she whispered, eyes locked unyieldingly on his, her voice a breathy caress that sent shivers down his spine, “struggling wit

She looked down at me like I was something precious and filthy all at once. “Spread for me, baby,” she said softly. “Let me taste you.” I opened wider, heart hammering, and she lowered her head. The first slow lick along my folds made me gasp, back arching off the bed. She took her time, tongue flat and broad, lapping up every bit of wetness like she couldn’t get enough. When she sucked my clit into her mouth, gentle at first then harder, I whimpered and threaded my fingers through her hair, holding her there.

He had no doubt that it would turn her on something fierce. Desiree had perky breasts and her nipples were so hard that he could see those mouth-watering points pressing out through her bra and blouse. Frank was about to ask her out for dinner or drinks when he remembered the librarian. He was a little embarrassed to realize he didn't even know her name. He had quickly learned the names of half the teachers in the school, as well as the women who worked in the office.

“Mmm! Ahh…! Gently baby.” His finger tapping my butt, my tongue tangled. I gasped for air, racing my pulse. My knees weak, “Babe, c'mon” he yelled. Yearning heavily. “Your sweet baby, Preeti, you are the best.” He moaned. Raising his finger to my cl*tor*s. At this moment, that was my highest peak, I couldn't help but to hook my hands on his d×ck. “Oh baby, give me hotter.” I horned for more, pulling out his underwear and placed my mouth on his d*ck. His d*ck was as strong as an iron. I could feel the hardness in my mouth. I sucked the living day out of his p*n*s. "Preeti, c'mon. I love you, I can't do without you. You are my life, baby girl. Preeti, c'mon.” My body jerks, “babe, you are the