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So I beg him to continue, “I promise I won’t put it down no matter what, please, please continue, satisfy me, Dmitri, I dare you.” Once he hears the word ‘dare’, he immediately puts back his finger, but this time, two are inside of me, and it only means, he’s going to double the pressure. Once, again, I feel a hot sensation steaming up inside my body as he plays with every wall inside me with his naughty fingers, then he thrusts and thrusts and goes back and forth of me, with his slender weapons, and even before I can say anything, an inevitable tingling agitation splashes from the inside-out of my womanhood. Dmitri, then, abruptly throws an assumption, “You came, didn’t you?” I didn’t answe

And I did. It was messy, desperate, nothing like the neat fantasies I’d allowed myself to imagine. We didn’t slow down, we didn’t pause to think, we simply burned. And when it was over, when the fire ebbed just enough to breathe, my forehead rested against his chest, and my lungs dragged in frantic gulps of air. Every brush of his mouth, every drag of his fingers against me was reckless, forbidden, perfect. “Tell me to stop,” he breathed against my skin, even as his body betrayed the words, trembling with restraint that was already cracking.

The wave of heat that had risen again was even more overwhelming than the first. In her eyes, at that moment, Henrique Ballmer had become the perfect protagonist of a shoujo manga. He seemed to glow, surrounded by an aura of light, with special effects of cherry blossoms falling around him and a romantic soundtrack playing in the background. Helena's rationality fought desperately against that seductive glow. She felt like she was about to be possessed by a hungry inner demon. Henrique noticed her breathing quicken and cold sweat beading on her forehead. He leaned forward, concerned.

I could feel my pussy clenching, empty and aching for him. He seemed to sense my desperation. He kissed his way down my stomach, his tongue dipping into my navel, making me squirm. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, and I lifted my hips to help him pull them down. He tossed them onto the floor, and then I was completely naked, exposed to his hungry gaze. He settled between my thighs, his hands gripping my hips, holding me open for him.

Winter stood motionless, his scarred face unreadable, but his eyes tracked her every motion, the air between them crackling with unspoken desire and the raw pull of power as she approached, the fire’s glow dancing across her skin like a promise of warmth against his frost. His eyes tracked her every movement, cautious and guarded, a deep frown creasing his brows as she approached, her naked form bathed in the fire’s warm glow. The chamber’s air thickened with tension, the distant cries of the wind outside the only sound beyond her soft footfalls. She reached him, her honey-brown gaze unwavering, her touch feather-light as she placed gentle fingers on his slightly exposed chest, the heat of h

Chapter 3: THEY BOTH RUIN MY DRIPPING CUNT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SLEEPING BUS UNTIL I SCREAM The hot stranger’s thick cock is still buried deep inside my spasming pussy when the girl pulls her soaked cunt off my face and kisses me messily, tasting herself on my tongue. I’m a trembling, dripping mess — skirt bunched around my waist, top pulled down, heavy tits bouncing with every shallow thrust he gives me while staying buried to the hilt.

Liam leaned closer, his gaze never leaving hers. Mitchell's pulse roared in her ears, a frantic drumbeat. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the intoxicating scent of him filling her lungs. Her own desire, a long-dormant volcano, felt poised to erupt. Her mind screamed caution, but her body, alive and yearning, responded with an undeniable pull.

He nailed her g-spot with precision, making Isabelle gyrate her hips wantonly. "You're gonna make me cum." Christian panted. Isabelle buried her hot, flushed face in Christian's sweaty neck. Her knees felt weak, and her pussy felt sore, but something had begun to build up. "Gosh, I love this." Isabelle shivered, holding tightly onto Christian. She could feel the fire crackling between them. Christian could feel both of them floating in their scorching desires. The sound of their skin slapping against skin, their loud, harsh breaths, and the shivers spiraling up their backs clouded the room.

And this worked as a console for his burning soul. "You are also my soul, my life, Hadia." Saying in an intoxicated voice now he placed his warm lips on her soft and smooth lips. He was drunk so he doesn't know what actually he is doing. He was just hovering over her, his lips were locked with hers, and taking her breath in himself. He was so much intense in kissing her that Hadia felt her breathing is about to stop. She tightened her hold on Wadan's shirt. It was when Wadan controlled his burning desire for her and got separated from her.

"The view is exquisite, isn't it? All those ants scurrying about, utterly oblivious to the true architects of their lives." "Indeed," I murmured, a faint smile touching my lips. Desiree often indulged in our shared fantasy of playing as gods. "Ignorance truly is bliss, isn't it? Besides, it makes our work all the more…efficient." I turned from the window, meeting her gaze. "You never did explain why I should steer clear of Kade Everhart." Desiree didn't turn or even glance my way, but I saw the subtle stiffening of her shoulders. Hmm... Interesting. Did she have a history with him? "You looked into him? Wasn't my word enough?"