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I miss you badly. Sincerely, Your Xander.

Then I used two fingers circling my clit, then faster, my hips rocking up my hands. I leaned on the wall, with my legs wide opened as I thrust my fingers into my pussy. I started to imagine Jack’s cock stretching my pussy as he grinded his waist into mine, and his hand choking my neck as I held them myself. I couldn’t stop now, the imaginations, me fucking myself. I kept on feeling his tongue suck my nipples. Twirling his tongue on my tits as stroked his cock into me. I continued as my fingers went into my pussy faster.

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

“I make bold promises because I have bold intentions. Now's your turn. Start by telling me what those fantasies are.” My heart stutters, “What?”

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

No one was here except the rustling trees surrounding us, the open sky above us, and the wind swaying my unbound hair. “Alright,” I grinned. Not wasting a second as I pushed my hips against him again. “You asked for it.” He growled, the hand on my breasts sliding under my skirt and tracing me over the delicate underwear he gifted me yesterday. Cyrus grinned, pushing two of his fingertips under the lace. He slid them through the wetness pooled there, the evidence of my raw desire. “Dirty Fiona,” he whispered, dipping his entire fingers inside. “How many times have you dreamt of me touching you like this?”

I say. Then adding, “the dream ability allows me to see and infiltrate dreams and discern an individual’s fantasies. Like now, with you. You want to kiss me more but fear that I will go too far. You want me but fear me so picture tying me up and riding my cock, but you also want to watch Raff take me from behind while you caress his body, but you don’t want his silvery seed to be ruined by my ass so picture it spraying over my back or abdomen where you can lick it up. You consider whether spanking me would be a reward or punishment and get hot, picturing a riding crop when I mention it. Am I right?” “You aren’t wrong,” She whispers.

Seconds later, his phone lit up again: “Sweep me off my feet? That’s cute. I’d rather wait for a REAL prince charming, thank you very much.” Jacob laughed out loud. “Challenge accepted, princess,” he typed back. “I’ve got moves you’ve never seen. How about I show you at prom?” As he waited for her response, Jacob couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. This was turning out to be way more fun than he’d anticipated. “I can’t believe you are forcing me to go to prom with you,” Tiffany wrote. “Not your style, huh? What would you rather be doing on prom night?” he typed.

"Well, I haven't got a dress for prom night. You have any colour suggestions?" My heart skips right away. Is she indirectly asking me for the prom? "Anything", I almost stutter, smiling at her. "Sometimes I want you to be more specific", she groans. "Green!" I utter out of nowhere, staring at her. "Just as peaceful as the woods and mountains" Her eyelashes cast up at me with a beautiful smile lingering on her face. "Bye", she says. I lean down and kiss her forehead. "Bye" * The officer told me I could meet Dad in a secret chamber outside of the prison and it was on the day of prom. Just two hours before the prom starts. I was already nervous about all this. Besides, I couldn't talk much to C

Fang spanked her ass, and she moaned once more as he brought his length in between her thighs. “Are you gonna f-fuck me?” she asked him, only for one of his hands to wrap around her mouth. Fang’s hardened manhood went in between the Princess’ thighs fanning over her clit and opening. She made muffled sounds as he paced his movements which brought immense pleasure to her. “You like that, kitten?” he spat and she nodded. He commenced with his teasing, with the water splashing against them. “Promise you won’t tell your dad? Or mum?”