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she reassured me, taking a sip from her cup. "Slim is like the king of this damn hellhole. Even when he isn't here, nobody tries to take his place. Fucking cowards," Blowjob Guy chimed in, and they all burst into laughter. "Then why don't you give it a shot, Zeek?" the redhead challenged, finally revealing his name.

Such an attractive man had a friendly aura. The young man from the green flag had a gentle aura. He is also a tall man, and his appearance is quite beautiful! He had white long hair that doesn't look like it because he's old. He has a pair of gentle eyes, yet, he could not hide its sharpness. He looked gentle, and at the same time, a cold person. He had an expressionless face, kissable lips, long eyelashes, a perfect refined jaw, and quite pale skin. No one would say that he's weak because of his intimidating, and gentle aura. What really caught Soheila's attention is the young man of the yellow flag. He is the same person as the Vendor of the food cart where Soheila bought skewers on her fi

A lot of people stayed away from me because they considered my father harsh and dangerous. Alexander had not corrected the man that I was not one of his Suka. The smirk on the man's face was evident. He must have thought that I was a prostitute. "Petrov," Alexander called in a deadly tone, maintaining eye contact with the Chinese man. However, he was actually calling on the Russian man, who turned to look at him. “Yes, Viper”, Petrov replied. Viper? I almost laughed at the nickname, but I was able to stifle in my laughter without letting any of the men know that I was about to laugh.

He, on the other hand, was her contrast— A man shaped by life, scarred and bronzed, a body built through struggle, resistance, and fire. God. That man was divine. Svetlana couldn’t stop herself. She licked her lips, eyes locked on his sculpted chest, his broad shoulders, the flex of his muscles as he breathed heavily. “Svetlana…” Her name was a hoarse whisper, thick with restrained need. Skin to skin. Breaths mingling. Bodies tangled in the dark.

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We turned back to see a tall, dark-skinned man with a massive grin; he was dressed in a cream shirt and brown pants, looking like he had just come from the office. “Dennis,” Ryan called, and the man stopped In front of us with a smirk on his face. His eyes on me made me feel uncomfortable. He stared at me like a desert he was about to have after dinner, like a predator staring at his prey. I could tell he was already undressing me with his eyes. “Who is this pretty little thing, " he ran his tongue over his lower lip. “She must be the new slave you and your brothers just got; I'm sure you won't mind me having a taste of her.”

Lucian Slater: It might not have sounded like that. A man with a deep voice and a heavy southern accent shadows the entrance of the classroom. It startles Halo so efficiently that his look of horror surprises the man who stands in the doorway and recoils. Lumbering well over six feet tall, the fair-skinned man has a reticent feel about him and a messy man bun of thick, brownish hair. A particularly notable feature is his brooding half-smile and full, shaped beard. One that morphs his lean face and rounded chin. He wears a dark blue flannel shirt, the same colour as his wash-out jeans tucked into old, sturdy, black work boots. The shirt brings out the ocean blue of his eyes, while flecks of g

Old Shan eyes cast down on the leaves in a very odd shape, not knowing if all of it is leaves or if they are hiding something. He has decided to believe the first one. Since he will never think this female sl-ve is not an ordinary person who was keen on eating vegetables all day like other sl-ves. He shows a smile walking there forward and scaring the hell out of Sol Ming who has subconsciously taken a step back. This man...this old man...are you planning to eat sweetness? Eyeing the man's body that looks like a man in his forties with a good future, her eyes found its sight into the lower front of his body.

He explained. The stout,bulky man frowned grimly at him in response. But that wasn't what drew his attention.It was the slender,curvaceous woman that seemed content to be perched on his arm.she whispered something leisurely to the man seated like a bouncer. She cleared her throat and as if activated, the man in question,straightened up,his stretched suit jacket and spoke up.

"The thing is..." "I have no idea what you are saying." The fat man shook his head back and forth and exhaled slowly. "Neither do I." Sloan chuckled at his fucked-up head and then set the fourth smoothie on the counter. He stared into green eyes. "How about if I say that I want a man with smoking six-pack abs, long hair, and a smile that makes me want to suck him off? How's that?" "You would be…" the stranger paused. "What is the words… into that person?"