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"Ms. Tatiana!" "It's such an honor to meet you in person!" "I didn't think it possible, but you're even more beautiful in person!" "Marry me!" Tatiana strode into the room with refined grace without even trying, it was something as natural as the flow of water. Her wavy dark honey blonde hair draping past her shoulders flowing over her lean body, her posture straight, an aura of confidence exuded from her. She was everything a model and a man could want, what's more she knew it, that being said she never would allow such things to go to her head. She was simply confident in herself, not arrogant. She neither believed herself superior nor allowed the attention to inflate her ego.

Just as expected, as soon as I pulled back, Tatiana arched her back off the bed, following me until we were both sitting up. I brought my hand to the belt of her bathrobe and locked my eyes with her dark green ones, seeking permission. She nodded ones, her eyes heavy lidded with pleasure and I untied the belt and pushed open the robe, discarding it to the side of the bed once I had successfully removed it from her body. And then I feasted my eyes on her glorious creamy skin and the supple mounds of her breasts.

It hurts a lot that she would even doubt him or Tatiana when he would never doubt her. He still has to help her but he can help without being in her presence, perhaps when this tightness in his chest begins to loosen up, he’ll show his face to her again and also apologise for ignoring her. Now is not just a good time. Tatiana steps out of the shower naked, towelling her hair, her boobs jiggling from the movement of her arms and Kelvin smiles at it, smiles at her, unable to believe that a goddess like her is his, to love, to hold, to cherish and to fuck.

The door was slightly opened like the other night, it seemed there were in a hurry to satisfy themselves that they forgot to close the door. I push open the door - I had no idea why I did that - to face tangled bedsheets and writhing naked bodies on the bed. Caine’s Powerful hands were kneading her creamy flesh. His mouth on her bare skin. That Woman Tatiana, She’s on top of him, straddling him, moaning in ecstasy. Her blonde hair in wild disarray tumbling down her back. His hair is messy from the hands of Tatiana. I had wanted to run my hands through his hair the last few days yet this woman had her fingers buried in in.

He just appeared and talked behind her back. “Good… morning.” Her eyes wandered his body. She almost drooled. She wanted to scream. He was just wearing his striped pajamas! Without. Shirt. On. The heavens would bow down for those shining and shimmering 6 pack abs! “Where’s Aunt Lolita and Maida, Tatiana? Why are you the one to cook?” Tatiana jolted. She blinked countless times in a second. “Uh—” She could not take her eyes away from his body. She gulped.

A guy on the stage started talking "The Phoenix that can burn you... Philip!" The lights turned red and purple, and ‘Streets’ by Doja Cat started to play... Mikhail did know what to expect but he wasn't ready. Then he came... Looking gorgeous, wearing an almost transparent silk button shirt, tight leather pants, and boots, all in black, with a sparkling pink eye shadow in his eyes, and his lips slightly red. All of this plus his red hair was driving Mikhail crazy. '... And of course he would start dancing so freaking gorgeous...' Mikhail thought.

I heard footsteps. The next thing I knew Ethan was in the living room wearing nothing but a tiny pair of black lace panties. I nearly dropped my snack. He was lean and smooth, his skin pale in the dim light and his legs long and shapely. The panties hugged the curve of his ass like they’d been sewn onto him. From behind, with those hips and that waist, I couldn’t tell if I was looking at a guy or a girl, and for a second, I realized I didn’t really care.

When I pushed open the heavy glass door of the Nightshade Tattoo Studio, the wind chime above it rang out in a crisp cascade of sound. Henry Kane sat on a tall stool behind the workstation, wearing a black mask as he lowered his head and sketched. The air-conditioning ran cold inside the shop, carrying a faint blend of disinfectant and sharp tobacco. It was an unmistakable scent that belonged only to him. At the sound, he did not even look up; only the pencil in his hand paused for a brief moment.

When we are alone, Tatiana boldly and seductively walks over to where I'm sitting, biting her bottom lip. “Gosh, you look even better in reality than in pictures,” she slurs seductively, and I catch a whiff of her arousal. “Seeing you now, I'm sure your dick is going to feel better than I imagined.” Such a horny slut. She sits on my desk, her skimpy revealing dress rolling up in the process and giving me a view of the red thong covering her pussy. I stare at her. The effrontery of this lady needs to be studied.

Emmy nodded. “I would need to get some self tanner.” “I’ll go get it for you to try on.” She smiled at me and walked away. “Holy shit, Penny!” Turning around, Penny was wearing a deep purple dress with lace see-through sleeves. The shallow V-neck line had a lacy pattern that came to her upper waist. The whole dress dropped down in a silk skirt but there was a slit to her upper thigh. “Damn girl!” Penny always had a figure but she was more reserved on what she wanted to show. This was so far out of the box that I could read the hesitancy on her face.