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Sliding out of my lap and into the chair that was slightly in the shade. "I don’t know how Xen stays in the sun for so long." "She’s a hybrid, I'm sure." I said, returning to my picture. "What are you making?" Morgana asked, leaning over and giving me a view of those perfect breasts of hers. Breasts that were wrapped around my dick just last night… I looked away smoothly, trying to ignore the twitch in my pants at the memory of our hot night and looked at the painting. "Just this scenery. The little petal wanted it, but she’s run off." I said, raising an eyebrow as I glanced at her crouching beside the flower bed.

Xana met my every thrust, clawing at my back and raising her legs up into the air. I pushed up to my knees and positioned her legs over my shoulders as I continued pistoning in and out of her gripping orifice and noticed that Treph was fingering herself wildly and moaning as loud as Xana. Treph leaned down and started kissing Xana while fondling her tit and squeezing her nipple. I stroked my hand over Treph's firm, round butt and ran my finger between her pussy lips and into her hot snatch.

It's fricking real! On page six of the said magazine was a picture from last week's fashion show. It was a picture of me and Xander on closeup. It was the time that he drew me close to him so I could untangle my fingers from his wig. But this picture added more glitter to it and it looked nice. Xander as Gabrielle in the picture was starring at me - Felisha - intently while Felisha was starring at him dreamily. Only I wasn't looking at him that time. I was looking at my great fandoms namely Percy, Harry, and Hermoine.

Xander's breath hitches, his muscles clenching around my fingers as I work him open. "Ah, Max," he groans, his voice strained but filled with desire. His eyes, dark pools of lust, lock onto mine, begging for more. With a swift motion, I add a third finger, and Xander cries out, his back arching as he cums violently. His release splatters over his chest and face, the sight of him so vulnerable and yet so insanely sexy makes my heart race. He looks startled but entirely turned on, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.

Fuck. XXX

That made me glance at the other hanging portraits. I took the torch from Ferris’s hand and as I walk forward, I can see every portrait who each have stones beside their names. There are a total of seven large frames. Sensing my curiosity, Ferris began to enlighten me. “They are the first generation Xenostras.” I turned around at her in awe. She nodded and I returned my eyes to the portraits again. My feet halted at the seventh and last portrait. The woman in the picture is beautiful! She looks like –wait…

Celia nodded, whimpering when his c*ck expanded within her and pretty soon his knot came forth, spreading painfully within her. Tears blurred her vision, her nails scraping against his back...so painful and yet so pleasurable. Xavier kissed her lip and when he pulled back, he smiled at her. “And this is exactly why you’re my little vixen...” **** *** A/N// And I...I can't take it anymore...I want to be his vixen too(っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ. (༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ)

That part of her was gone. Felix leaned down and kissed Mia’s forehead. As he did, Miranda’s eyes narrowed. On the left side of his chest, she spotted a fresh tattoo: two letters—X.S. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out. X.S. stood for Xena Spencer. At that exact moment, Felix withdrew his hand from Mia’s hair, and whether intentional or not, his fingers brushed across Miranda’s cheek. She stiffened. Without warning, his hand slipped under the blanket. Before Miranda could react, he began to touch her. His movements were far from gentle. There was teasing in his touch, as if this was just a game.

Hobbies: Reading, singing, and make-overs Music: Pretty's On The inside, Perfect Two, Faded, Unity Singers: Alan Walker Books: Harry Potter, Twilight, Romeo and Juliet Author: William Shakespeare, Stephenie Meyer Sports: None. Bestfriends: Hamie, Myca, Trina, Rain Told ya. Xiera's so feminine. She doesn’t like sports because she doesn’t want to get sweaty. And she loves make-ups, so when we we're in high school she already wear make-ups. But, it's not thick! It's too light, that you won't even notice that she wears a make-up, because it looks natural. She doesn't use Eyelash Extensions, because her eyelashes are already long.

I grab my tie from the couch and grab Kira's hands. "What are you…" she stammers. I secure her wrists with the tie. She is still wearing her work clothes, a silk shirt and black pencil skirt. I hold her hands above her head and unbutton her shirt. Her boobs are as hot as I imagined. Perky and round, with nipples that are as hard as pebbles. I can see their outline clearly through her black, lacy bra, practically begging to be touched. I already know from her diary entry that Kira wants me to fuck her, but I examine her eyes for confirmation. I’m met with immense lust that mirrors my own. A beastly need fills my body, the urge to ravish her threatening to tear me apart.