Novel & Cerita Fanta C

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Santo may be wearing Don's ring, but no one is fooled about who has the authority in this house. Santo clears his throat and explains himself as he adds a hellish mountain of cream to his pancakes. "I was expecting cornetti... You always make me cornetti in the morning," he grumbles. He holds the liquid chocolate in one hand, and the caramel in the other. He hesitates between the two and ends up pouring it all over his cream. I return to my seat, but I still have to stand for a few moments.

They were almost sucking each other's throats out now and Charlotte intently wrapped her long sleek legs around his waist prompting him to grip both of her legs and pushed her to the wall nearby, his luggage forgotten. Her short nightdress was covering almost nothing as he kissed and caressed every part he could. They both moaned into each other's throats. Charlotte rubbed her middle on his, spawning a frustrated groan from Jason as he sucked her tender neck down with vigor. Charlotte bit her lower lip in tremor, with a smirk she spoke. "I told you, no one else could rev your engine like me, baby. I'm a fuckin Maserati" she murmured into his ear.

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she said, facing the cellphone she was holding. Andrew nodded. "Social media?" he said as he predicted what his sister was obviously planning to do. "I've tried already. I did not see any traces about her,” added the young man. Samantha shrugged her shoulders, unconvinced. “It is impossible for her not to have a F******k account. Come on, what's her surname?” Samantha insisted. "Montes, Lana Montes," he said after consuming the wine in his glass. "There are a lot," said Samantha. "Which one is she?" she asked, showing him the cellphone.

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

“It’s the glee club committee.” “Lucy! Hi!” Martine bubbled. She was, Michael seemed to remember, like this all the time. The term bubbly blonde had been invented for her. Unfortunately, dumb blonde also fitted her perfectly. A little shorter than Lucy, she was no less attractive, with ample breasts and a trim figure. As with most of the cheerleading squad, she had long legs.

Neither was Kola, who, with his larger build, drew even more attention, though he wore indifference like a second skin. “Mr. Moreno,” a voice called out, soft but distinct amidst the chaos. I turned toward the speaker and found Fanta, the owner of the club. She was a petite woman, barely reaching my shoulder, but every inch of her screamed power. Her bright red hair was shaved on one side and long on the other, with piercings in every spot skin allowed. Despite her wild exterior, she ran this club like a fortress, efficient, tight, and with a reputation that left no room for error.