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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.

He looked dangerously hot. I quickly logged into my OnlyFans, my hands shaking with excitement. I made a quick post: **“Something brand new for you guys… I’m going live right now. You’re not ready for this 😈”**

I sighed tiredly, rubbing my temples. “Don’t be crass.” Levi laughed, his signature wheezing kettle laugh. “I missed you, Niko. What’s crass about that? Things aren’t the same since you left. Do you ever think about those days?” “No.” “Come on! You mean to say you’re content with this boring life? Playing the well-mannered professor?! Receiving love letters on weekends?! Niko, you were made for more than this. You and I both know you crave more than—”

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

Nyla: Sure, you can take as much as you want. A wide grin spread across my face. I replied quickly with a simple “Thanks” before I could overthink it. I grabbed the cutter and carefully opened the carton. Inside were rows and rows of small sachets of hot sauce. I took one, tore it open, and squeezed a generous amount over the fresh fries I had ordered earlier. The smell hit me first. It was rich, spicy, and slightly sweet. I dipped a fry and took a bite. Holy shit.

Surprised look, "No, I'm not. A lot of people say that when I tell them I'm not into sports. I like sports, the strategy and stuff. But not all the drama about the teams." "So, what are you into?" He reaches into his bag and my world changes. A book. The man reads. And more. It's the third book in the current bestselling sword and fantasy series. He holds the book half our of the bag like it smells bad. "This right now." My pulse quickens. Suddenly, Travis, the dweeb became a much more promising project. "You read fantasy?" He's checking my face, waiting for the mocking. "Yes." I take the book from his hand.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Skyler, the girl who stutters through small talk, who hides behind oversized hoodies and thick glasses because words always tangle in my throat when real people are around. It’s unbearable. But, after reading what’s on the cover of this book, I feel my hope starting to rise because this book promises to fix my problem. “Ancient incantations for confidence and connection.” The cover said. I’ve never actually been a fan of occult, but I may as well try, just this once. There are lots of people I’d like to talk to…. I want to be able to talk to the cute barista without my face burning up. Or maybe… more. I want to stand up to Selena and her minions.

But fucking spent. “If I’m crazy, then you are insanely mad.” I replied. We stared at each other for a few seconds in silence except for our heavy breathing. “Well, this is one of hundreds of the fantasies in your book.” He said. “Yeah?” I breathed. “What do you say, every weekend, we tick out more of them?” A wicked smile played on his lips. He is married. He is my boss. Anything could happen. I should say no, clean up, and dash out of his office.

The hot and slippery pathway elicited a satisfactory groan from me. Nora's body shook, sucking furiously on my tongue while moaning into my mouth as my fingers gained momentum. "God, Nathan, yes!!!" "Nah..." I muttered against her lips, increasing the pace of my fingers, not hesitating to slide in my forefinger. God, she was so wet, dripping and it was driving me crazy. "God's not the one making you drip, is he?" "Nooo!!! Fuck!!" Her hands flared in desperate search for something to hold on to, but since there was nothing in sight, she settled for the sleeves of my shirt, holding it tighter as I slid in and out with the kind of speed that even shook the desk.

The symphony of flavors dances upon her taste buds, transcending her into a world of pure bliss. Not one to shy away from bold flavors, Beatrice steers her breakfast adventure towards The Spicy Shack, a hidden gem renowned for its fiery morning delights. With a daring spirit, she orders a plate of huevos rancheros, adorned with zesty salsa and a sprinkle of fiery jalapeños. As the heat builds in her mouth, a twinkle of satisfaction lights up her eyes, knowing she has conquered yet another culinary challenge.