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It changed daily, but W-17-D listened nonetheless because it was something to do. W-18-D was quiet today. W-17-D assumed that he was in for weekly experiments. Everyone was always quiet afterward for a few days. The experiments were painful, they needed to let their bodies adjust. He left his neighbor be and instead attempted to read Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief for the umpteenth time. W-17-D had read it so many times, he could probably recite it, word for word. He needed to put in a request for more reading material.

” Dora finally said. ”I absolutely don't get where your point is going?” Zoe asked, still confused. ”Don't act dumb with me girl,” Dora said staring at her nails. ”Do you mean Lisa likes Alex and wanted to video them so she could share it on the net?” Zoe said feeling disgusted. ”Yes, exactly?” Dora said. ”My nails feel dirty and I haven't been to the spa for a long time, do you want to come? My treat.” Dora offered. ”Nah, I can't go with you, I have work after school.” Zoe said, staring at my nails.

she offers. “Ooh,” Dakota’s eyes dance down towards the leather book resting on the floor, “-I would ask what you’ve been up to, but I think I can already see. It’s riveting stuff, right?” she sarcastically rolls her eyes while throwing her head back, “I think I managed to get through ten pages before I gave up on reading it,” she smirks, “-well that and the part about Ryker. I was curious to see if he was always a jerk,” she shrugs, “-turns out he was. Not that it’s much of a surprise, mind you. You’re lucky you didn’t have to meet the guy, trust me.”

“You can’t tell me you’re a virgin. I mean, sure, you’re a complete dork, but still… Pretty-boy football star like you? I’m not buying it.” The dork term caught me off guard. I’d never once thought of Wick Webster as dorkish. But if he was a dork, then he was a sweet, loyal, trustworthy dork trapped in a hot guy’s body, that was for damn sure. “I didn’t say I was a virgin,” he mumbled defensively to his sister. “I’m just saying it’s been long enough that I would know by now if I had anything. Alright?” Folding her arms over her chest, Darcy narrowed her eyes. “Oh really?” Obviously not impressed, she asked, “Has it been over a year?”

Dallas says before she sits down on my lap again. Quinlan has grabbed a tablet from the desk and I see him typing on the display. It takes a few moments before he starts smiling and hands the tablet to Darius, before he walks out of the Beta office. After he has returned, the four of us are reading through the book and it surprises me that this book is even in the digital archive. “There is a chapter on an underage or untrained King or Queen on page twelve, it isn’t in the index though.” Dallas says and she starts to read it out loud.

His young virile seed was endless, gallons of high quality royal protein that sure made my night. “Oh, god... ooohhhh!” Doris moaned and put the book down. Her left hand had three fingers pushed inside her pussy from the side of her panties. She closed her eyes and shivered, imaging everything she was reading. Picking the book up again, she sighed deeply and resumed.

She began to read what she saw. Dear diary, Like all the other days, today is a special day. Today is the love of my life, Derick’s one hundredth year as a vampire. Dana baked a special cake, but unfortunately none of us could eat it, so we ended up throwing pieces of it down the mountain. I had so much fun decorating Derick’s handsome face with the cake. I wish everyday could be like this… She had read some lines before Dana stopped her. “Of course, it makes sense that you can read it. It’s your diary after all. You can keep it. Probably you’ll see something she wrote there that will be helpful to your quest.”

If he asked me to stand up right now, I was terrified he’d see the dark wet spot I was surely leaving on the chair. “You’re making fun of me,” I said, my voice raspy. “I don’t stay late on Thursdays to make fun of students,” Dade said. He unclipped the paper with his thumb. The metal snapped loudly. He flipped through the first few pages until he found the middle. “Page eighteen,” he read out loud. His voice was steady, slow, completely unbothered by the words. “‘He held her chin until her neck ached, forcing her to look at the mess she’d made on his rug before he’d even taken his belt off.’”

Jeff pov I sat alone on my worn leather couch in the dim glow of the living room lamp while the house was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Just the thought of Anna makes me want to ruin that innocent face while my hands are wrapped around my throbbing cock, already hard and leaking pre-cum. “Fuck Anna your eyes drive me and I can’t wait for you to beg to be fucked.” I voiced out as I closed my eyes and let the fantasy take over me.

Holy hell. She was sprawled across pink flannel sheets, dim lamp light striping her bare skin like gift-wrap. Legs spread wide, knees hooked over the bed's edge, one hand working a thick purple dildo in and out of her shaved pussy like she was starving for it. The toy glistened, drenched in her delicious wetness. Every thrust made a filthy and wet squelch, her juices flicked onto her thighs, her ass, the sheets in messy little arcs. Her tits, round, heavy, nipples dark and stiff, with each move of her hips, begging to be