Hot Donna That 70's Show

ความลับความรัก ๆ ใคร่ ๆ ของผู้ชายร้ายลึกที่หื่นโหดจนคุณคาดไม่ถึง… เมื่อไหร่ก็ตามที่หญิงสาวชะล่าใจ เมื่อนั้นแหละ เขาจะแผลงฤทธิ์ ! อดทนรอให้ถึงจุดพีค แต่อย่าเผลอเรอเชียวล่ะ

Harta, tahta, tanpa wanita. Begitulah garis hidup yang dijalani seorang Dewa August Lee saat ini. Pernah satu kali menikah lalu bercerai, satu kali bertunangan kemudian batal di tengah jalan, dan satu kali menjalin kasih dengan istri sahabatnya lalu ditinggal, pas lagi sayang-sayangnya. Semua itu membuat Dewa menyerah pada takdir. Sudah enggan menempatkan hati kepada seorang gadis, sampai dirinya bertemu dengan Rindu Anahita. --- “Ngomong-ngomong, jadi anggota dewan itu enak, ya, Pak!” kata Rindu memasang senyum terbaiknya. Melangkah mundur untuk bersandar pada dinding lift. “Biar pun tidur pas rapat paripurna, gaji sama tunjangan tetap jalan terus.” “Kamu mau nyinggung saya?” Kedua alis Dewa itu mengerut seraya berbalik dan memangkas jaraknya dengan Rindu “Bapak tersinggung?” Rindu bertanya balik. Memasang wajah terkejut lalu menutup mulut dengan kedua tangan sejenak. “Bapak juga pernah tidur pas rapat?” “Enggaklah!” Dewa menjawab tegas tapi geregetan. “Baguslah!” Rindu dengan berani mengangkat dagu untuk mempertemukan maniknya dengan Dewa. “Mendingan juga tidur sama saya! Iya, kan, Pak!” ~~~ Spin off ~ Me and My Broken Pieces ~ Broken

ยัยเด็กขาดสารอาหารคนนี้หรอ คือลูกสาวคนใหม่ของแม่.. เด็กอะไร ขวางหูขวางตาชะมัด เจอหน้ากันเอาแต่ก้มหน้าหลบตา แต่ทำไมยัยเด็กนี่ถึงสวยวันสวยคืน ถ้าเขาจะแอบกินเด็กของแม่ จะผิดไหม

The Hot Series (Book 1) Story Of a Mysterious Professor, a girl full of life and Mr. Stranger. He gave me a grin as they all student left, I averted my eyes to show him my fake anger. He strolled to the door and shut it close. "Sir, what are you doing?" I asked dramatically as he locked the door. He turned around, his lips drawn up into a naughty smile. "I need to spend some private time with my student." He's sauntering to me, gazing at me, having desires in his bewitching black eyes. My heart started racing, only with the thoughts of what he'll do to me. I'm excited to spend some time with my Hottie Professor in the classroom. This is making me excited. I'm looking at him in anticipation. "But your favourite student is still angry with you." I turned my face on the other side as he reached in front of me. "Then her professor has his own to pacify his favourite student." He cooed, holding my chin with his thumb and finger. As he turned my face to him, I pouted angrily. "Oh, really? So what are those ways ?" I sassed, removing his hand from my chin. As he abruptly grasped my bare waist, I shivered because of his touch. He lifted me from the floor and made me sit on the desk. We gazed into each other eyes passionately in utter silence, the only sound we could hear is our heartbeats. He started coming close to my lips, gazing into my eyes fondly. His warm breath caressing my face.

Being a college freshman is an exciting time, especially for Cora Worthington. With no college major declared, Cora finds her heart on the tailwinds of a bad breakup with high school ex, Spencer. As the fall semester begins, an unlikely meeting leads Cora to have feelings for her world history professor, Blake Oakley. When Blake reveals his hidden past to Cora her heart gets entangled with his. Can Cora secretly date a college professor and not get caught or will their relationship be her downfall?

Le jour de notre septième anniversaire de mariage, j'étais à califourchon sur mon mari mafieux, Lucien, et je l'embrassais profondément. Mes doigts fouillaient dans la poche de ma robe de soie hors de prix, à la recherche du test de grossesse que j'y avais caché. Je voulais garder la nouvelle de ma grossesse inattendue pour la fin de la soirée. Marc, le second de Lucian, a demandé avec un sourire suggestif en italien : « Don, ton nouveau petit canari, Sophie. Comment est-elle ? » Le rire moqueur de Lucien a vibré sur ma poitrine et m'a fait froid dans le dos. Il a répondu, toujours en italien : « Comme une pêche pas mûre, fraîche et tendre. » Sa main caressait toujours ma taille, mais son regard était distant. « Garde ça entre nous. Si ma Donna le découvre, je suis un homme mort. » L'homme a gloussé d'un air entendu, levant son verre et jurant de garder le silence. La chaleur de mon sang s'est transformée progressivement pour devenir glaciale. La seule chose qu'ils ignoraient, c'était que ma grand-mère était originaire de Sicile, et que je comprenais donc chaque mot. Je me forçais de rester calme, fixant sur mon visage le sourire parfait de Donna, mais la main qui tenait ma flûte de champagne a tremblé. Au lieu de faire une scène, j'ai ouvert mon téléphone, trouvé l'invitation que j'avais reçue il y a quelques jours pour un projet international privé de recherche médicale, et j'ai tapé « Accepter ». Dans trois jours, je disparaîtrais complètement du monde de Lucien.

ผู้หญิงคนนั้นก็มีค่าเหมือนชื่อของเธอนั่นล่ะ ปกติผมกินอาหารหรูแต่ไม่ได้หมายความว่าจะติดดินไม่เป็น อาหารธรรมดาอย่าง " ข้าวแกง" ผมก็เคยกิน แต่พอได้กินแล้วก็ขอกินแค่ครั้งเดียวว่ะ แค่ครั้งเดียวก็เกินพอแล้วเพราะข้าวแกงที่ผมกิน...มันสกปรกเกินไป

Yohan Dixon, the most wanted bachelor in his thirties, was the drunken man who rescued Sara Owen in the pitch-black night. He permits the terrified woman to stay with him in his villa, in which, no one is allowed to enter. He protects her out of trouble, pays for her schooling, and assists her in enhancing her mental well-being. She decides to be his slave, but she is shocked when one day he hands her a marriage certificate to sign. He said, “Sara Owen, I won’t give you a U-turn. You will have to tolerate my palms on your body. But, I will never be able to fall for you.” She did not disagree and said, “I have decided already. I have authorized you for my life. You can keep me alive however you want.” After becoming his wife from his maid, she reaches his bed but cannot reach his heart. The fake marriage turns into a physical relationship and he begin to calm his desires. Every night, every day, every moment, she sees him drowning in alcohol, ruining himself, burning his heart alone missing his girlfriend who had died in a plane crash years ago. Joining the pieces of her broken heart, Sara Owen falls in love with him, but it's too late when Yohan Dixon's ex-girlfriend comes back into his life. Will this sham marriage last? Or will Yohan Dixon throw Sara out of his life? What will happen to the child who may have been in Sara Owen's womb?

An unserem siebten Hochzeitstag saß ich rittlings auf meinem Mafia-Ehemann Lucian und küsste ihn innig. Meine Finger tasteten in der Tasche meines teuren Seidenkleides nach dem Schwangerschaftstest, den ich dort versteckt hatte. Ich wollte ihm die Nachricht meiner unerwarteten Schwangerschaft erst am Ende des Abends mitteilen. Lucians rechte Hand, Marco, fragte mit einem anzüglichen Lächeln auf Italienisch: „Don, dein kleiner Kanarienvogel Sophia – wie schmeckt sie?“ Lucians spöttisches Lachen vibrierte in meiner Brust und ließ mir eiskalte Schauer den Rücken hinunterlaufen. Er antwortete ebenfalls auf Italienisch: „Wie ein unreifer Pfirsich. Frisch und zart.“ Seine Hand streichelte immer noch meine Taille, doch sein Blick war in die Ferne gerichtet. „Behaltet das unter uns. Wenn meine Donna das erfährt, bin ich ein toter Mann.“ Seine Männer grinsten wissend, hoben ihre Gläser und schworen Stillschweigen. Die Wärme in meinem Blut erstarrte Stück für Stück zu Eis. Was sie nicht wussten: Meine Großmutter stammte aus Sizilien, also verstand ich jedes Wort. Ich zwang mich zur Ruhe und bewahrte das perfekte Lächeln einer Donna, doch meine Hand, die das Champagnerglas hielt, zitterte. Anstatt eine Szene zu machen, öffnete ich mein Handy, fand die Einladung zu einem privaten internationalen Medizinforschungsprojekt von vor einigen Tagen und tippte auf „Annehmen“. In drei Tagen würde ich vollständig aus Lucians Welt verschwinden.

— Ai papai, para não, eu vou chegar lá… No auditório, a multidão era um caos total. Aproveitei o tumulto pra empurrar de propósito a garota que estava na minha frente. Ela usava uma saia de colegial bem sexy. Sem pensar duas vezes, levantei a saia dela pra me esfregar naquela bundona. O que me deixava louco era que a calcinha dela era fininha demais. Sentir aquela bunda tão gostosa e suculenta me fez perder a cabeça. E o mais incrível de tudo foi que ela parecia estar curtindo a pegação.