روايات وقصص ضمن Dj Mario Pants Incident

The room fell silent, with all eyes on me, and I understood their shock. As someone who doesn't care about anyone outside of my family, my actions seemed suspicious, to say the least. I continued eating my dessert, unfazed by the attention. My dad cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "We all know Mario is very possessive of his properties," he said with a scoff, and the room erupted into laughter. Jose nodded in agreement, chuckling. "I remember when he was 12, he beat up the boy who asked Namiro to be his friend." The laughter grew louder, but Leonardo's gaze remained fixed on me, his expression disbelieving.

This body was mine, and I would use it however I liked. So, I made sure my smile was wide enough as I said, "Thank you for your concern, but I would just go through with the dare and not ruin the game." I saw his jaw lock as I sat down on the quiet guy's thighs, and I could feel the eyes of everyone else on me. I regretted my action right away, seeing as the guy's hands immediately clutched my thighs as I moved my hips on him. "This is quite shocking to me, Flame, I have never seen you feel up a woman like this. Always thought you played for the other team." Mario voiced out and a couple of men on the table laughed out loud.

The Devil's Gaze Mirabella let out a soft laugh, leaning slightly forward on the polished counter, her fingers now wrapped around a glass of sparkling lemonade. Mario, the grey-haired bartender with eyes that still held a glint of wild youth, had just told her a story about a drunk politician who'd once mistaken the stage for a urinal. "And he pissed right there on stage," Mario said, wiping a glass dry with a knowing grin. "Stage lights and all. He damn near gave the girls a stroke."

There, he lifted up my skirt and inserted his fingers into my red lace pantie. Although the blinds managed to hide the bulge under my pantie, yet that doesn’t make the situation any better. The video stops right here. Jamie slowly turns to me and gives me his most intense stare. I take a deep gulp as my eyes drift around his eyes. Oh no. I’m doomed. I’M DOOMED! WHAT HAVE WE DONE IN THE PANTRY!? I TOLD JUSTIN NOT TO DO IT! NOW WHAT AM I GOING TO DO!? “Mila, you can leave the office.”