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“Yeah. Just...take it easy.” “Fine. But this is kind of exciting! Just look around. All these half- naked people on the dance floor, making out at tables. Just...this is kind of turning me on” I looked around. We packed the dance floor with ladies in thongs and high heels and men in boxers and silky robes. A couple of women were making out in a booth as a pair of men watched. I locked eyes with a shirtless guy with nipple piercings that glinted under the lights. His eyes bored into mine, his erection visible in thin, white boxer briefs. His body, with its broad shoulders and taut muscles, reminded me of Nathan in healthier times. I had to look away. I clinched my thighs and threw back my gla

This was no ordinary night out. Andrew leaned forward, whispered something to them, and they nodded immediately. The door opened. Inside, the bass dulled but the air was still heavy with smoke. Two men lounged on plush couches, each surrounded by half-naked women wearing nothing but transparent bras and tiny bikini bottoms. The table before them was crowded with bottles of whiskey, champagne, ashtrays, and cigarette packs. “Yo, man.” One of them, tall, broad, grinning, stood and clapped Andrew into a hug. Smoke drifted from his mouth. “When did you arrive? I thought you were just joking when you said you were coming.”

But my impression of badboys was about to change. I sat in the library with a pile of history books on the table beside me. I copied something in my notebook while making reference to the bulky textbook open beside me. I dropped my pen down and sighed irritatedly as the sound of hushed moans kept distracting me. “Fuck yeah. I want three fingers now” The girl whispered huskily and I screwed my nose up in disgust. How could people actually pick a library out of all places to make out in? I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library.

But I kept still, letting him drift off, my thoughts on the clock ticking towards midnight. When his snores filled the room, I eased away, heart pounding with the thrill of double deception. The manor was a labyrinth of shadows, creaking floorboards my only company as I padded down the hall in nothing but a thin nightie that barely skimmed my thighs. Richard's suite was at the far end, the door slightly ajar—his invitation, silent and commanding. I pushed it open, slipping inside, the scent of his aftershave and aged whiskey wrapping around me like a vice.

he shouts over the music. "No!" I shout. He is in high spirits and just the opposite of me. This is not even my kind of space. I spent my evenings in the past having work dinners, discussing money over a plate of food that might be left unfinished before the night ends. And if anyone knew me well, they would also know that if I was cheating on my wife, I would not want to inconvenience myself to do it. I definitely won't go to a motel at the heart of the city.

He smiled to himself in the dim light, already imagining how many times he would watch it after I had left Bali. The ocean waves crashed softly in the distance outside the balcony doors. Inside the suite, everything was quiet except for my soft, even breathing as I slept peacefully on the floor, completely spent from the most intense night of my life, enjoying every bit of those long and massive cock, and I love how they were destroying my pussy and leaving their mask on me as if they own me. I want to always get fuck by their long massive cock, I love sex… I always need a big cock in my pussy, I don’t think I can survive another day without getting fuck by cocks in all parts of my holes.

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I had said and Xena had smiled. “I have the right person in mind for you. He is also a platinum card holder and the girls love him because of the day he handles them. Wait for a while so that we can get your room ready," Xena says and I am given a glass of Veuve Clicquot, my favourite brand of champagne. I sip on it and I can feel my vagina start to tremble with anticipation. I want it so bad and I can't wait for it to be slapped and filled and sucked and nibbled on.

But worst of all of that was that I had asked him for it. The morning after is always exciting in the secret erotic novels I normally read in my E-reader. The books make it sound like an instant magical transformation. They never write about the sticky heavy reality. The way your skin feels hypersensitive to rough cabin sheets. The lingering scent of sex and ocean salt coating the entire room.

She left them and walked straight towards their classroom. “Another boring day,” she whispered to herself as she sat. She put her bag and get the book which she covered with another design to hide the real title of the book. The book was called “My Journey Beyond My Imagination”. It was written by Lilia Desaix, it’s the reason why Clandes covered the book. Bulwarkians were not allowed to read or use any artworks of Desaix. Desaix was known as a criminal, they killed a lot of humans since they are vampires and witches. But, it cannot be denied that they are talented.