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The man was rarely home, leaving his gorgeous wife alone in this big house. The diagnostic finished. Elias clicked through the folders to clear some junk files and free up space. That’s when he saw the folder named “Private – Do Not Open.” His cursor hovered. He knew he shouldn’t. But curiosity won. He double-clicked. Dozens of video files and image folders spilled across the screen. Hentai thumbnails loaded instantly. Busty older women getting absolutely destroyed by younger hotter guys with massive cocks. Breeding captions. “Step-Mom Gets Knocked Up.” Rough throat-fucking. Anal creampies. One paused video showed a woman who looked eerily similar to Rebecca on her knees, face covered in cum

I wanted to see if there were any clues to whether I was right. I’d expected to find his amateur pornography—why did men always believe that all it took was a visual of them strangling their own purple-headed wonder worms to make a woman shiver? I’d figured there was an outside chance he ran a sex club, or some other IRL experience he was selling to the kind of people who looked for things on the fringes. As in, me. But the link only led to a profile page. That was my first surprise. Cain. Experienced primal dom.

Truly, he was looking at me and when I turned to him he smiled. “Go on” she urged me and before I could protest she had propelled me in his direction and before I knew it, mysterious guy had his hands on my waist while I whined my body on his. He smelled of cigarettes and paint, so I presumed he was an artist. I was too drunk to care about his details, he seemed like the perfect escape to the night. I turned around to face him, wrapping my hands around his neck after the music changed tempo, and his hands felt like a permanent accessory on my waist as he pulled me closer even to the inferno emanating from his body. I avoided looking at his face, he wasn’t bad looking at all but each time my

He would surely make a mountain out of a molehill, and she wasn't ready to deal with his another of his tantrums. Furthermore, If she knew things would go sideways, she would never have agreed to go to the club with Harris in the first place. ... As they tiptoed in the dim hallway, the light suddenly went on revealing a tall exquisite man standing half naked with only his pants on, while his upper body was bare, showing his Scorpion tattoo and writings which only he knew the meaning. Also, he looked sinfully dapper, and one would think he was one of those male models or sexy male strippers in a club. He was extremely gorgeous.

An enthusiastic reporter asked. "When you said you didn’t like when other men play with your property, Are you referring to the gala incident last night?" the reporter pressed. "Tristan Vance’s public proposal to Marissa Waters?" Dante’s laugh was low and resonant. "Proposal? Is that what we’re calling it? It looked more like a desperate man abusing his power as an employer to corner a woman who is far out of his league. Tristan Vance is trying to woo a woman he has no right to touch."

‘Thank you,’ Dexter said, and the man bowed and left. Dexter crouched on his haunches in front of the low table where the guard had set the tray. He glanced up at amyra, those beautiful different eyes seeming almost to glow. They really were the most extraordinary colour. With his dark hair and tawny eyes, that lean, predatory elegance, he was like a leopard, or perhaps a wolf, panther something beautiful and terrifying at the same time. "You must be hungry, little kitten." "I am not." Her cheeks reddened, why do she like that name more?

Danica bubbles excitedly and introduces each one of the men. There’s Dylan, the freakazoid tall blonde with a manly face sculpted by the gods. Then, Cyrus, a quiet and reserved type nonetheless attractive in every exotic way possible. Of course there’s the joker, Joe, with dorky and adorable features that will tickle any lady’s fancy. Last but not least is Kei. The ever so effortlessly handsome Kei. “They’re YOUR travel buddies too?! What are the chances???” Jacob blubbers with just as much excitement as Danica.

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