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My hands gripped his shirt as I stood on the tip of my toes to deepen the kiss. I slowly pulled his shirt from his pants, pushing it further aside so that I could massage the tense muscles under his skin. My teeth nipped at his bottom lips. I felt his chest vibrate as he growled. I smiled unto his lips, taking a step back as I pulled my shirt over my head. Only to feel the heat of his body and the electric effect it hand on mine. "Can I tell you a secret," he whispered as he shrugged off his shirt. "What?"

“But I can give you something she can’t. Not anymore.” Confusion clouded his face. Then shock, pure and stark, as my fingers went to the hem of my sleep shirt. I pulled it over my head in one fluid motion, letting it fall to the floor. The air kissed my naked skin, pebbling my nipples. His breath hitched.

He opens his mouth, inviting the invasion of my tongue, meeting every harsh, dominating stroke with enthusiastic greed. The thin cotton of his t-shirt is a barrier I can no longer tolerate. Releasing his hair, I grab the collar of the shirt in both fists. With a sharp, violent yank, I tear the fabric straight down the middle. I shove the torn pieces off his shoulders, baring his hot, flushed chest to the air. “That’s so fucking hot, Kirill. But you owe me a new shirt,” he murmurs against my mouth. A low growl rumbles in my chest.

My pussy clenched rhythmically around his fingers, wave after wave of intense pleasure ripping through me while he continued licking and sucking gently, drawing out every last shudder until I was gasping and oversensitive. Only then did he stand up. He kissed me deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue. The kiss was messy, passionate, and full of raw need. I could feel how hard he was against my thigh. He pulled back just enough to adjust his glasses on his face with one hand, then reached behind his neck and stripped off his shirt in one smooth motion. His body was glistening with a light sheen of sweat — broad shoulders, defined chest, sculpted abs, and that delicious V-line disappearin

She laid the tub on the bedside table and raided Eric's closet once more. There were only a number of clothes inside his closet, and most were turning muddy in color from the repeated wash and wear. She grabbed a simple shirt and sat beside Eric on the bed. Didn't waste another second, she pulled off his shirt. And since Eric was half conscious and weak, he didn't know what was happening and went along with the movements. Removing Eric's shirt wasn't hard as Evangeline thought it would be, but she sure didn't expect that the hardest was after she removed his cloth.

Frustration mingled with longing, and a muffled groan escaped me, swallowed by the fervent press of his lips against mine. His shirt became my target, and my fingers tugged at the fabric, a silent plea for him to shed the barrier between us. Sensing my urgency, Zander pulled away slightly, allowing me enough space to yank his shirt over his head and fling it haphazardly across the room. Our lips met once more, the kiss now imbued with an even greater urgency, a hunger that threatened to consume us both. The barriers were breaking down, not just the fabric of our clothes, but the walls of restraint that had held us back. With an almost impatient fervor, he tore my dress into two pieces, his e

At the time, Greta believed Eric wasn't keeping his promises to me, and they ended up in a heated argument. After Shirley was sent away, Eric spent his days drinking and weeping. Greta said he needed a wife—someone to hold the family together. So I gave up my career without protest, quietly locking myself away in the villa. One day, I found out Shirley had come back to the country. Eric had met her at the airport, carrying 999 red roses. I hesitantly confessed my jealousy to him. "I want red roses too." "Red roses are for those who deserve them," he said with a sneer.

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“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

Lingering on my puffy nipples and the trimmed strip of hair between my legs. His mouth curves. "Not a natural blonde, then." I snort, climbing back onto his lap. The sight of him touching himself like that has made me all wobbly. "Not born platinum blonde? Sadly, no. Sorry to disappoint." He nips my bare shoulder, gathering me back into his arms. "You could never disappoint, Sarah Hastings." Oh, boy. This man is going to wreck me, I know it. And Ki is clearly in no rush to undress, but I want his shirt open, at least. I've been wondering about the chest hair situation for weeks, staring at his open collar during all our library sessions. I've come this far, and inquiring minds need to know.