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We kissed under the dimly lit streetlight as he leaned against the car, letting me lean onto his body heavily. "Julius," I called out to him, already slurring my words. Upon hearing Julius' response, I murmured his name again. Each murmur earned me a response. He made sure to respond to me every time I said his name. Despite being out in the cold wind, Julius kept playing this dreary game with me, his intoxicated lover. I curled up in his warm embrace, looking as though I were about to doze off any time now. Then, I mumbled softly, "Julius, I'm about to book a hotel room. Do you have the guts to sleep with me?"

“Don’t you dare compare my life to that cringe!” “Hey! Don’t call it that. I love to read that cheesy cringe.” She adds with caution. “If it’s well written...” I chuckle. “It wouldn’t stop me from judging you, Hanna.” She rolls her eyes and says, “Anyway, what I wanted to tell you tonight.... is something you already know... But maybe reading this can help you out.” She hands me her phone to show me some saved Reddit posts. Posts about Demisexuality. She wears headphones to watch some N*****x show she chose. I spend the next hour browsing experiences shared by people.

Damn! All my restraint had left me. Our chest heaved in sync as his hand roamed all over my body. He lifted my gown from the side, then grabbed the top of my panties, moving down as well. He took my panties off, then buried his face right in between my thighs. I shook my head, and tried to stop him from what he was about to do, but then his tongue flicked on my clit and my eyes rolled upwards. Gosh, what's this?

There was even a television mounted on the opposite wall, with a remote on the little table between Dara and her. They'd just finished with the hot stone massages. A late lunch would be served shortly, shrimp salads and chilled wine, before the facials and mani-pedi's. Then finally the hair stylists would take over. But while they were getting their fingernails and toenails beautified, Janette, who owned the little boutique, would bring over some outfits for them to see. She really didn't need to buy a new one, but she also didn't want to put on her coffee-stained clothes after all the primping and pandering.

He traced the path again and again before stopping to circle the hot bud of her clit. "Bend your knees, Zoe." His voice was hoarse with restrained lust. "Spread those beautiful thighs wide for me. Let me see all of you." She did, letting her legs fall wide apart. The day before when she had her spa treatment she'd gotten a fresh bikini wax job, so her cunt would be bare except for a neat little line on either side of her slit. Brad slid two fingers inside her hot channel, curving them slightly to find her sweet spot. Clamping his lips onto her clit he pulled and sucked as his fingers stroked her inside.

Her ass made a loud slapping sound as I thrust deeper into her pussy. “Yeah, hottie! You are my hottie, and fuck-mate!” I moan softly. “Uumm! Oh! O! Yeah… fuck me Chester! I love the… way you fuck my pussy!” She moans. "Ain't you my hottie?" I said , withdrawing from her and thrust deeper into her pussy with full force that sent her moaning my name. “Tell me, Sofia! Ain't your pussy happy to be fucked by my dick? Tell me, Sofia!” I asked, while I kept on withdrawing and thrusting into her at intervals.

Their bodies moved, tangled, lips crashing again and again as their thighs pressed together…grinding, scissoring…hot and slick, soft gasps and groans swallowed between frantic kisses. “Say my name,” Chantel demanded. Dorya cried out, “Chantel…!” The orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave, stealing the breath from her lungs. Her stepmother was right behind her, shaking, moaning, trembling all over as they clung to each other in the cabana’s heat. They lay tangled, panting. Dorya’s head on Chantel’s chest. Silent. Spent. And then, softly: “Do you still hate me?”

Wrapping one arm around her waist, he pressed her bare ass against his arousal. “You're tearing my thighs apart with your knee.” Kiara faltered as she hiccuped a few pants, her body going slack against him. “I know your wet cunt badly needs me. Kiara the Great became my slut as of tonight.” Dante grunted, “I'm—I'm not your slut. Don't even—her words trailed off as he instantly plunged into her ass, and her entire body vibrated in shock. “Ouch!” She cried in sheer pain mixed with pleasure.

No, this time, he smirked like he was the executioner sent to finish us off. "Well, well," he drawled, his voice oily. "So this is the Moon Goddess's last little spark... Ivy Hunt." My blood ran cold. He knew who I was, and he clearly didn't care. My eyes dropped to the freshly bloodied silver whip dangling from his hand. Every instinct screamed run, but I couldn’t. Not with my mother lying unconscious behind me. "Stay away from us," I said, though my voice trembled. I swallowed hard and tried to sound brave. "If Alpha Hunt finds out you tried to harm his heiress, he won’t spare you. He’ll destroy you."

I was half listening while stupid Zane rambled about some dumb movie he watched last night. Then he flipped the camera down and showed me his dick, stroking it slow like he thought I’d be impressed. “See what you do to me, Selena? Bet you miss this cock stretching you out again.” I just rolled my eyes and stayed quiet. It didn’t do anything for me. My bedroom door opened and Henry stepped in wearing those gray shorts and that tight white t-shirt that hugged his chest. He locked the door behind him and walked straight over. My heart jumped. I quickly ended the call with Zane and set my phone down.