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Well, I'm the fucking Devil, and I will make people roar in fear of me. I'll be the dark fog engulfing the room, with nothing to lose and so much to gain. Like smoke, destroying everything it comes into contact with, until, all that remains is the aberrant odour of my contamination. My name is Sandro Peker, and you can read about my mission in the upcoming instalment of... Hidden Secrets: Forbidden Heirs.

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

her eyes beamed, looking at him. “So be it. I will only come back here if I can already wield magic on my own.” “Definitely, because Ahldrin will train your hand-to-hand combat skills.” He nodded. And in just a blink, Aserah disappeared. Eleand gently shook his head while staring blankly at the book in his hand. What could be its content? He was curious. Eleand did not hesitate to open the book. The line in his forehead deepened when the pages of the book became visible. There was an illustration on the first page, a silhouette of a wolf in a clear black ink. There were inscriptions he could not understand, and they looked ancient.

"Well, am not, but I am mad with the adult that gave you the book. Tell me, did an adult give this to you? I need to know the adult that did this." "I stole it." "You what?" "Am sorry. I know I shouldn't be reading that." "Why do you think you shouldn't be reading it?" "You know, the pictures of naked men and women joined but sitting up, their legs splayed like two crabs, their hands holding on to each other's shoulders. Or looking at a woman on top of a man, stretched along his length, their bodies clasped together over their heads." "I can see that the image is still clear in your head. You wanted to read it to see couples having sex, am I right?"

His hands found his cock, like my eyes found them too. I gasped at the sight of his monstrous large cock, his big hands wrapped around it so well. I hid beside the wide flung door. The shadow cast slightly over my face, with a line of light running from the side of my face to the other. Fuck this man was so fucking sexy in and out. I whispered underneath my sliding breath. My cock was pulsating through my grey shorts, pushing like a monster that needed air. I pressed on my cock from inside the pants. Holding it back like it could somehow get it under control. It didn’t. So I yanked it out.

He’d caught me using it once, and he stayed angry about it for almost a week. I promised I wouldn’t use it again. I even threw away the one I had, like that would somehow seal the promise shut. But then his trips became more frequent… and that promise started to feel less like something real and more like something I said just to calm him down. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and dropped onto the bed. I yanked my soaked panties down my thighs, and spread my legs wide. I unlocked my phone and opened the hidden folder where I kept a bunch of sex videos. I played one where a man was fucking a blonde-haired woman doggy style.

It has just never occurred to me that one of them might be my own daughter. I'd searched for "Badgirl Anna" and eventually found her very professional-looking page. I had to subscribe to view it and I didn't hesitate. This is an emergency. I pull out my credit card and soon had access to the content on her site. The ton of content on her site. Sexy pictures of her, naked and topless, sometimes bending over. Never showing her pussy - I think that, at least, is something. Videos of her looking flirtatiously into the camera - playing with her breasts, turning around and bouncing her ass cheeks, pretending to masturbate.

People usually hide the things they do not want others to discover. My gaze stopped on a bookshelf at the back of the room. I had looked at it hundreds of times before, but this time I actually paid attention to what was on it. The shelves were not filled with old novels. Instead, there were books about sports, football magazines, and even several books about gambling. “Motherfucker,” I muttered as I quickly walked across the room.

The old university library smelled of aged paper and secrets. It was past eleven when I slipped between the tall shelves in the restricted section, heart racing. No one was supposed to be here this late, but I couldn’t resist. My fingers trembled as I pulled out a worn leather book titled Forbidden Desires of the Victorian Age. The pages held explicit stories that made my cheeks burn and my body ache.

It hit the floor between us with a soft thud. “Oh, sorry,” I said softly. I stood up, turned my back to him, and bent down slowly to pick it up. I kept my legs straight and my knees locked, so my short skirt rode all the way up. My bare ass and smooth, shaved pussy were completely exposed to him. I stayed like that for a long second, pretending to struggle with the book, letting him see everything — the pink lips of my pussy already glistening a little from how turned on I was.