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If you believe this to be in error, please submit your feedback — your input will aid our research in this area. Curiosity filled me, and I couldn't control the curiosity I felt, so I used my shaking hands to turn the lock of the door in front of me. I didn't expect my jaw to drop when I saw what was in front of me. It was Professor Buenaventura! One of the respected professors on campus because of her sophistication and beauty. Now, her blouse and bra were down, and she was playing with her own nipples while looking up in pleasure. A man I didn't know was behind her, eating her out, which was causing her to moan loudly.

It runs along my seam, getting slick with my heat. “You’re ready for me. Aren’t you, baby girl?” “Yes.” The eager answer comes out as a breathless moan. “I’m going to be gentle, but this will hurt. Just take a deep breath for me, baby girl.” Colin aligns his hard cock with my entrance. His dark, hazel eyes watch my face as he pushes in inch by inch. The burning pain of my seal shattering makes me cry out. His body freezes, letting me adjust to his intrusion. The pain of losing my innocence dissolves, leaving behind the enormous need for pleasure. Colin slowly starts to pump his hips. His delicious friction creating a tower of bliss like I’ve never felt before. My body feels like it’s floatin

Her fingers tightened around the folder's edge. "This won't end well," she said softly. "The most powerful stories seldom do," Damien replied. Later that evening, Serena found herself seated on her apartment floor, the open folder splayed before her. A sonogram photo peeked out from a forgotten drawer nearby. She quickly tucked it beneath a pile of magazines. She revisited the contract and its implications. It was a relationship built on deception, but it promised something she'd been missing for a long time. Power. Two short months ago

“I’m actually getting divorced. But I recently found out my husband’s been unfaithful, and I have no idea how many women he’s been with. I’m afraid he might have given me something.” “When was your last sexual encounter?” “A little over a month ago.” “Did you use protection?” “No. Never.” “I understand.” The doctor asks a few more questions, then tells me to change into a gown so she can examine me. I walk into the small room across the hall and, once I’m ready, lie down on the exam table. She starts by palpating my abdomen, then moves on to the gynecological exam. I close my eyes, biting my lip, silently praying that Oliver wasn’t careless enough to infect me with something.

A mess. My cock’s finally getting what it’s been crying out for—grinding against his rock-hard abs as we move together like animals in heat. It's filthy. It’s desperate. It’s somehow still romantic. Burns so good, I might actually cry about it later. Do I feel loved? Absolutely. More than loved. Vital. Do I love him? There’s more to it than that. I choose him.

“What fun would there be in doing that?” Gigi frowned, trying to push down the flutter in her stomach. “Are you messing with me?” “No,” He shook his head. Before she could react, he was already on the bed, and his lip dangerously close to her face. “I’m trying to show you something so much better than those dark romance books you keep burying your head in.” Gigi’s ears burned, her attempts at backing away failing as she hit the headboard. “Too close.” Roman cocked his head, eyes glinting with amusement. “Too close, huh? Want me to back away then?”

Aside from the missing crackers with her gumbo, a point that irritates me, service has been very good. My cock throbs, reminding me of sexy little Liv in the next room. I wonder if she’s doing as I asked and keeping her hands off her pussy. I’d heard her fucking herself at the same time I was jacking myself off, and it had been hot as fuck. The memory of her whimpers and moans still haunts me. I’d had no choice but to fist my cock as soon as my hotel door had shut. The sight of her looking so small and nervous and shy in the elevator had me so fucking hard I could barely think.

A warm, unwelcome tingle that made my pussy clench and my clit throb like it had its own heartbeat. I couldn’t keep living like this so I made the decision to contact my regular gynecologist, Dr. Elena, and luckily she had an opening today. The nurse finally called my name. “Darling? Room three, please. Don’t forget to put on the gown and take off all your clothes.” I did as instructed, heart thumping a little faster than usual. The room was the same sterile white I remembered, with the stirrups at the end of the exam table gleaming under the fluorescent lights.

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

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