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Not entirely, at least. Meanwhile, Liam stormed past us into the living room, muttering something about idiots and gay pheromones in the air. He had a pen behind one ear and what looked like script notes in hand, full of messy sketches. "Don't mind him," Grayson said, emerging from the hallway in gym shorts and an unbothered expression. "He's been obsessed with this new manhwa idea. It's BL." Caisen looked amused. "About time." "He says—and I quote—'I'm surrounded by so many damn gay people, if I publish even one of their stories, I'll be a billionaire.'"

Alex’s moans turned into sobs of overwhelming pleasure-pain, his cock leaking steadily into Jax’s fist. “You’re not leaving until I’ve emptied my balls at least twice more,” Jax growled, biting down on his shoulder hard enough to leave a fresh mark. “Gonna breed you so full you’ll be leaking my cum all the way back to your dorm. Everyone’s gonna wonder why the quiet swimmer is walking funny tomorrow.”

I joked. “I mean the story about the Grisee. Is there anything more serious?” “Tell them,” said Kacey. "There is. But this story is set in today and mixed. But remember, this story is just a story. Not sure if it's true," I said. "Okay," LGBT Gang agreed. Then I started my story.

he said with a smirk, handing me all the money he promised. He pushed me out onto the sidewalk naked, cum still glistening on my skin, shorts and top tossed after me. I stood there stunned, heart racing, pussy still throbbing, as the van sped. That was the wildest, steamiest thing I’d ever done and part of me already wanted to do it again.

Her eyes do not leave it, and I become much more horny with the way she stares at my cock. Do you see this, racist man? Your girl is so amazed at the black person’s cock. “Do you want to taste it? If you want to, just do it. You’re allowed to touch and taste it.” I smirked evilly at her. She gulped, and I saw her chest moving, indicating that she’s nervous... or excited? “I already have a b-boyfriend.” I chuckled and held the garter of my boxer shorts. I saw her follow it quickly.

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The sound of flesh pounding and harsh moans filled the room as Toussaint didn’t hold back with his thrusts. Toussaint pulled out and dragged Jace towards the edge of the bed and raised his legs up in the air then hung them on his shoulders. He positioned himself once more and held his thighs in place by his hand, the second hand rested on Jace’s neck. The familiar thickness of Toussaint’s fat cock filled Jace’s boy pussy once more and he lost all sense of shame. Toussaint didn’t hold back either; going full beast mode as he filled Jace up, slamming in hard and fast with a constant momentum.

: I owe you orgasms… I mean, endless gratitude. If this story left you hot, bothered, and possibly in need of a cold shower, do a girl a favor—leave a review, tell your dirty-minded friends, and spread the word like I spread… Well, you get the idea. I’m already cooking up the next sinful adventure, and trust me, it’s going to be even filthier. Until then, keep reading the good stuff, and never settle for vanilla. Yours in delicious trouble, Grace

"The mafia guy is the hero. It's kind of an edgy book." I sip from my beer, mind whirling. "I see." Is that what Gardenia wants? A sexy psychopath? Or does she like the danger of it, the exotic island, the battle for survival? "The mafia guy," Gardenia announces, flattening one palm on the bar, "is insane in bed. Literally and figuratively. I know you're wondering, Dr Ambrose, and that's why I like it." "Ambrose," I say dumbly. Gardenia frowns. "That's what I said."

My body tilted to focus on the figures dancing away on the dance floor and the urge to join them, dance away my unhappiness and forget my gay boyfriend crept into my heart and like a spark, it ignited the wild side of me. Like a drunkard, I began staggering to the dance floor, my legs wobbly and eyes dizzy but I'm not one to give up, since I wish to dance, then I have to but I didn't expect to collide with someone. My face crunched in a frown as I raised my head to scold the ignorant person, but the face… “Darm! Handsome, are you a stripper? Why don't you come strip for me? I promise to pay you!”