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I'll take a shower first before I fight Cyril. I also spent half an hour in the bathroom before I finally came out. I wore dark denim jeans and a black sandal. I paired the shirt with a black leather jacket. I look like I'm a sassy ass gay. I'm still so beautiful. I also wear the shoes that Cyril sent me last time. There's that little knife and I don't know how he did that thing. That gay man is very talented when it comes to things like this so I won't wonder why he sends high tech. I picked up the cellphone. It immediately rang and I immediately saw Cyril's name there.

Wrong… I knew I was sexy as hell. He was really tall, muscular and with long black hair that reached his shoulders. And when he flipped it off his face, I found myself sweating in heat. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” I snapped back to reality, covering myself even more, but my hands were useless. My big breasts were staring at him, my huge butt was probably vivid against the mirror that was behind me. He flickered his eyes at me, uninterested and scoffed. “Who I am, I am none is of your business… But I am your personal guard here in Black mist pack. And don't worry, I'm gay.” He said.

He smirked. My eyes grew wide, "Noo, no. I don't think I could last through that again. Let's just wait till next time." I mimicked his smirk and it was his turn to bark laughter. His grip didn't loosen. "So does this mean.. that you accept me?" Stark asked me and I raised an eyebrow. "Duh?" I asked, confused. He smiled. "Well, you have a rep, once and man whore, always a man whore." He told me, and I smirked. "I'd rather just be your whore." I told him honestly. "Good. Cause' when stuff like this happens.. And it will again, trust me..." He gestured towards his 'abstract' shirt with my cum stain, "I'll always be the dominant, baby." he grinned. A gasped escaped my lips and all I could do wa

Hale is not going to be the guy for me. “That is so cool! So there is an Alpha who’s gay? What’s he like? How many packs are there in the world? How many are in your pack? Are there other supernatural creatures beyond werewolves? Where are they? What are they?” River and Sage started to bombard Hale. Most people would get annoyed with their constant and loud questions. Yet Hale smiled calmly, letting them get their questions out before answering them. Does this guy ever get agitated? “Yes, Alpha André is gay. From my understanding, he’s been out since younger than you. I’ve never met him myself, but my son and his fiancée describe him as over the top, always smiling, always looking to improv

She sat on the beanbag with her head lowered while she typed away. Giselle: "It's your turn now. So what's that little secret of his?" Harry: "Chet's almost 30 and he's never been in a relationship before. Do you know why?" Giselle: "He's gay?" These two words made Harry so flabbergasted that he jumped out of bed. Harry: "Giselle! You did not. You take that back right now! If Chet found out about this, I'm dead meat!"

I bent my head but was yet to move away from my current body posture. As I moved my hand forth and back while massaging the injured part, my boobs kept brushing against his chest. Simply put, I couldn't help it! I couldn't get enough of his body's warmness. Not only was his chest feeling warm upon contact with the outer part of my boobs but he has a hairy chest as well. The hairs on his chest tickled me as well.

I said with some swagger. Scott then teased “I saw that man bun - Did you guys discuss similar hair care product?” He said with a smirk. “Wait is this some Fabio type mother fucker? Are you for real?” Grady asked sharply. “What?! No! Not even a little!” I responded with a chuckle. Scott always being the voice of reason said “Well was he a nice guy? Or am I the only one without ‘hemp sex’ on my weekly bingo card?” “I don’t know, Grady - his nipples weren’t pierced but he had gauges… that’s kind of the same thing right?” I asked sarcastically. “Not even a little - girls with nipple piercings do the most wild and kinky shit without much convincing. Guys with gauges just wants to ride a fucking

he wiggles his brows, smirking while the nerves came kicking with force. “Oh God, here we go,” I grumbled under my breath. “We don’t have to do-“ I stopped myself when I see the warning look on his face. “Mr Stark, it can get a little bushy down there. Like nasty bush. I don’t want you to see,” I said pulling my legs together. I winced then. “I mean, it’s prickly, so I’m probably exaggerating, but you get my point,” Mr Stark crosses his arms, raising a brow at me. He’s giving me the ‘really?’ look. “I was rambling,” I mumbled apologetically, my eyes roaming his body. I should ask him to get rid of the shorts as well. “Mr Stark, do you like hairy vaginas?” I blurted; my eyes still glued to hi

I knew his heart was mine and only mine. “Tell me what was going on, I don’t even know what case you had to leave for,” I said, softly. I played with what little chest hair he had, my favorite thing. I loved that he wasn’t overly hairy, Most male wolves had a ton of chest hair, my brothers seeming to be an exception. My dad however, looked like a bear. It was gross and I don't know how my mom could stand it. “Oh my darling, it was simply awful, I don’t want you to know,” he said, stroking my hair.

Khali asked "Wait a minute, guys." Gayle interrupts Khali. Everyone looks at Gayle. "Did I hear it correctly? I'm one of those you don't trust regarding Khali. "Gayle asked and then changed his voice to his original husky voice. "You think I'm into seafood, dude?" Everybody was laughing at Gayle, and even Rye could not help laughing. "My goodness, Gayle, your voice is more masculine than mine. Are you sure you don't want seafood? "Kaleb said, looking at Gayle.