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Sara remarked. "It has to be the wine," Lena said. She hurried through her breakfast and let to continue her preparations for the honeymoon trip. She was folding clothes, making lists of things they needed for Europe. Vincent returned to the house with a grocery bag. He saw his stepdaughters, sitting cross-legged at the dining table. He could barely focus. Memories of the previous night flooded his mind. He recalled the twins’ bodies bouncing on his cock. The way their tight pussies gripped him. Damn it! Last night was crazy.

She was going to make an entrance that no one would forget. This time, she was just his date. But next time? Girlfriend. Fiancée. Maybe even his wife.

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

“I learnt that I should not liken myself to pornstars because they're too good to be true.” He reached it to her and did a fist bump. “You learning, baby.” “Anything else?” “That there is a huuuge difference between lovemaking and fucking.” “A really huge difference. Go on.” “And finally, there's nothing wrong with taking charge every now and then.” She winked at him. “Devil,” he said. Then he sighed. “You've been able attentive student, I have to say.” She smiled at him. “Your customer review?” “Oh, yes, that. If you will, please.”

They ate the food in silence. After eating, they moved to the living room debating on which movie to watch. "Let's watch Lion King" nafisa suggested . "And why? "Khadija questioned. "Do I look like a baby to you "she added. Nafisa dropped the topic of watching cartoons before her cousin would take it far, they decided on watching The Meg which nafisa found weird . She doesn't like action or romantic movies, she would rather watch cartoon for the rest of her life. The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes.

she said. “I thought that it wouldn’t be as busy as it was in San Francisco but its crazy busy as well. I think people in this country care more about political drama than anything else. Eighty-nine percent of the news content is just politics, politics, politics. I am yet to decide if that’s a good thing or not….” “How about your co-workers,were they friendly?” Her mother asked. “Yes, everyone was friendly,” She lied. Natasha knew that telling her mother about the antagonistic and villain-like Luyando would only make her have unnecessary worries. “I know it’s just the first day but I think people aren’t as scheming as they were back home.”

F - First U - Uncommon C - Classified K - Kriminal (I am using 'K' instead of 'C' because it's my story, so no offense) Take care of yourselves, my readers !! Tell me what you like, tell me when I was wrong :-)

“I can just send the pictures directly to your DM.” I yanked his phone from him for the second time today. “Posted,” I said to him. “Naughty girl." he bopped my nose with his fingers. “Well, you can't do without this naughty girl.” I laughed. “I am very happy that we are back together as friends.” “I am happy too. Let us gist. I am bored." “Gossiper!” “It is not gossip. it is gisting. They are two different things.” I hissed. He laughed. God! He looks very handsome when he laughs. I took a moment to register how he looks when laughing in my mind.

“You scared the poor boy, dude.” That was the first response he got from Damien Lau after he finished telling the whole story. The doctor visited him today, and he served some mineral waters to him. He was just a bachelor who didn’t really care about food at home and only had mineral waters with him. Despite being a bad host, the painter still dared to pour his heart out by telling the story that bothered him since yesterday. Yeah, he had told his friend about his ‘experience’ with his student yesterday.