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His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

I rolled my eyes at his wild dream that was never coming true. Standing with my hand on my waist, I retorted. "I would never be with a jerk talk less a jerk with no penis". "Penis!" He repeated laughing loudly! What was so funny about my use of the word penis? He also used manhood after all. Growing up, wasn't that what we were taught? Before the crazy generation changed it to dick, cock or whatever shit they call it. Using the actual name shouldn't be so funny. Who am I kidding, I would also laugh if someone said it, sound kindergarten-ish.

Chapter 12 Wild Kissing Inside the glass building, Vanilla squealed, her body shaking violently, and could barely breathe properly. Her thighs were wrapped around Nick's waist, her arms were wrapped around his neck while her face was in the crook of his neck. In all his life that he could remember, he had only ever seen tigers on television. Maybe he'd seen one at the zoo when he was a kid, but he didn't remember it.

His voice came out slow, but commanding as always as he kept panting. I crossed my tongue around my lips, licking his semen around it “nnngghhhh… you look so fucking sexy doing that” Melvin growled in front of me. “Move, it's my turn.” Kelvin snorted. Melvin falls over to the side, still panting, a little steady now, as Kelvin quickly places himself between my thighs. He rubs his semen scattered on my face roughly like it's a face cream. “Fuck, you're beautiful. Now, open wide for me”

Watching me. In that moment, something came over me. Not shame, not embarrassment, not even anger nor indignation from being watched during this private moment. No, I felt sexy and naughty—my arousal climbing all over again—and I pulled my sloppy fingers out of my pussy. While staring right into Daddy's eyes, I sucked my juices off the tips, moaning at the same time I thrust my chest out. My tits jiggled, my nipples so hard they ached.

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"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

Jeffrey Clark is tall, like basketball height tall, he's white, black hair which he shaved off, green eyes and really really bad at sex. We went on a date together and after that we decided to have sex, I thought the sex was gonna be good cause he has a nice body and a nice dick but it was terrible. He kept on moaning about how good at sex he was and how my boobs made him super horny. When I was giving him a blow job he wanted to spit on his dick but he spat on my face instead. "Oh my God sorry!" He said to me when I was cleaning the spit off my face. "but the spit on your face did make me super horny." He laughed and I had no choice but to laugh as well. A fake laugh that is.

Grabbing the door knob I yanked it open "WHAT IS IT ?!" I yelled Then it hit me like a ton of bricks , that scent from last night . I open my eyes I look up to see Alpha Kane leaning on my door frame look down on me . I gulp as I took a tiny stepped back, all of a sudden he growled looking down at what I had on . Forgetting I had only large shirt and lace panties I tried to pulled it down and hold the bottom of shirt with my hands. " W....what and hh..how ..." I stuttered