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It made me shiver but his hands went slack to grab the sheets under him. I took this opportunity to move back further. It was silly, but I had looked up some gay porn. Honestly, I didn’t know how this worked but I knew half the battle was getting hard and porn didn’t do it for me. This man, though, was everything I wanted and needed. The way he writhed, breathed, moaned, was everything to me and I needed him. Putting my fingers in my mouth, I ran my tongue over the two of them and then took them out. My heart hammered as I placed them at his asshole. He jumped for a second but as I slowly pushed my fingers inside, I watched his body.

They ramped everything up then, the bearded one’s tongue fucking into my ass relentlessly, his fingers plunging deep into my pussy now, curling just right to hit that sensitive spot inside me over and over, making stars burst in my vision. The other one rammed my throat without mercy, holding himself deep until I saw spots from lack of air, then pulling out to slap my face with his wet, spit-covered cock. “Filthy little pet,” he muttered, his breath ragged, and I nodded eagerly, completely lost in how they were using my body, the raw degradation pushing me closer to the edge. The chat was cheering them on, and finally Mr. Gayson nodded. “Alright, pull out now—cum on her face, all three of yo

“How was your night?” Setting down his empty cup, Ghost lifted the left side of his lips in a grin that flashed his canine. The way he sat there, attention glued to my face, made me think he was actually invested in my reply, which made no sense considering Ghost and I weren’t the friendliest to one another. I froze. Surely they couldn’t know that I’d seen them having sex. They were both so into it—so into each other—that it was impossible. It was impossible, right?

The vacant eyes began to refocus, the pupils constricting like a lamp being turned back on. Finally, his gaze locked onto Marco's face. Lorenzo's cracked lips parted, and a hoarse, broken sound emerged from deep in his throat, like sandpaper scraping against a rusty blade. "Who… gave you… the nerve… to touch me…" Marco broke down. A dark patch spread across the crotch of his trousers as the reek of urine filled the air. "He's alive! He's back! He's a ghost…" A sliver of Lorenzo's spirit popped out of his body again and floated next to me, a wicked grin on his face. "So, baby, how was my performance?"

"The thick thickness of your make-up! You look like a clown!" She pointed to herself. "Disguise isn't it? Where have you seen a disguise who doesn't wear make-up?" He asked as he turned around. "The stupidity, ah." she whispered. "Boba your face!" We ordered a vodka. I can't get rid of the man in front of us. It is very white and almost very beautiful body. Jacob's is just better but this one is okay. Aileen translated. "2 o'clock," she whispered before swallowing the vodka.

It wasn't uncomfortable to wait, he was used to Don Carianno's sexcapades with his teenage bimbos. The last popping sound and Don Carianno let out a deep, long groan. He'd cum inside her mouth and held her down so she could lick it all up. Ghost lowered his head, pacing to the door and back. His lashes batted rapidly and he got hot beads of sweat built up on his back. Watching the girl gag on Don Carianno's cock made him briefly picture Ciara doing it on his. It was the most stupid fantasy and it got his cock hard and burning with arousal in his pants. What the fuck was it about her that always brought him to the edge so quickly?

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

“Bernard made another post.” Elena’s attention snapped toward him instantly. Nico gave a small shake of his head. “He isn’t looking for Ghost.” He paused. “Well…not the real Ghost.” His eyes scanned farther down the page. “He’s offering a hell of a lot of money for the person he thinks is Ghost.” He looked up. “Viktor.” Then Nico clicked another link. His jaw tightened. “Dammit.” He clicked it again. “It won’t let me in.”

Before he could react, his phone rang urgently. "Hello?" A cold voice answered, "Mr. Hart, we received a report. We found a woman's corpse at one of your rental properties."

and there had stupidly been a drunken fumble, but I thankfully had brought it to an awkward end as swiftly as I could. I had seen the irritation in Sara's eyes when I had moved away from her and made my excuses to bring our date to an end, and after that I did the terrible thing of ghosting her. I knew it had been gutless, but I did not know what else to do. What was the right thing to do in that moment? Besides, she terrified me! And the jokes Adam had continued to make afterwards when he saw me at training after asking how the date had gone, all referencing the things she had done to past guys who had dismissed her after dates only fed my concerns, backing up my reasoning for staying well