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She questions and I smile as I applaud her. "It was beautiful. And to think your round self could dance. "I reply and tease. "Hey! I'm not round, nor fat. I'm just thick. And so are you. "She replies, and I burst into a fit of laughter. Johan is a cute shortie, who is indeed thick. She has a portable stature and isn't in any way fat. I just felt like pulling her legs. I watch her open her legs, and out the phone between her legs. Back up there, somewhere.

It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.

she cried with joy as our foreheads were already against each other and as my arms were wrapped around her waist. "I love you so much, my Mrs. Del Mundo. Thank you so much for loving me and making me the happiest man alive..." I said wholeheartedly and I wasted no more seconds as I quickly attacked her lips with mine. With every move that our lips are making, I can feel our love there for each other that I know and I will make sure that will last a lifetime. I am Francois Adrian Del Mundo, former hot teacher of Deandra Michaela Anzaldo-Del Mundo, her hot husband now who she will be living with forever and unto the next lifetime is now ready to face and fight everything with her.

Dax The kickass look in her eyes makes my dick hard. The burn of desire is gone and now she burns with hatred. And all that hatred centers on me. I know exactly where she gets her temper. Fox was like that too. Hot and cold. Warm never worked into the equation for him. I guess I’m convinced she’s who she says she is. Why the hell would a Hispanic woman show up at this club? There’s not exactly a welcome mat out front for anyone with dark skin. Claiming to be his daughter is too crazy not to be true.

The only sound was the faint hum of the neon Cobra sign flickering behind the bar. Then, slowly, he lowered the phone. His knuckles turned white. “Get everyone ready,” he said quietly. “What— what for?” one of the younger members asked timidly. Jace turned, his expression unreadable — but his eyes burned with fury. “For war,” he said, voice sharp as steel. “If Ryder Bishop wants to play god, we’ll remind him what hell looks like.” He looked over at Milo, who still hadn’t moved from where he’d been shoved.

The wife kept complaining about everything in the restaurant while the husband was trying to comfort her. “Everything sucks! And you , why are you still here?” She frowned at me and I flinched. “I’m sorry” I uttered and walked away. “How is he coping. That woman got some attitude.” Hudson said. Hudson is also a waiter in the restaurant. He is really friendly and we got along well. “He is her husband, he would know her to handle her.” I replied him. “Uhm camille” he called. “Yea..” i answered

Tatiana Did I think Hasan is hot? Seriously? What kind of sick joke is this? Of course, Hasan is hot. Insane, drop-dead gorgeous man with f*ck*ng Arabic genes that just makes him surreal. Everyone either envied him, wanted to be like him, or wanted to be with him, and I was no different. I mean, have you seen his full, plump lips? The way he bites his lower lip, the way his brows crest cutely when he frowns, or the way his deep eyes switch from innocent to bedroom eyes that hold you under a spell? He was sculpted from another race.

“Maya Delaney-Steele is still my wife. I haven’t signed those divorce papers yet. She still carries my name, she will always belong to me.” The words hit me like a slap. My stomach twisted. I felt heat rush to my face, the only thought crossing my mind was leaving a red mark across his face. A slap so hard that his classist of a mother would hear. My wrist throbbed where he had held it too tightly. I rubbed the sore spot, trying to shake off the pain, but the anger inside me burned hotter with the eyes of the onlookers settling on us. This was the worst place to create such a scene! What would the investors think when they see this?

After our long foursome, we all gathered in the cozy lounge of the beach house. Jason, always the handyman, lit a crackling fire in the fireplace while Nathan, the smooth talker, poured each of us a glass of rich red wine. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, filled with the soft glow of the fire and the sound of our laughter.

"'My body belongs to Mateo. I am to present myself to him in a state of readiness at all times, wearing lingerie or clothing of his choosing." Mateo listened intently as Ariana read, his expression remaining impassive. However, the bulge growing in his tailored slacks betrayed his arousal at her submission. "Very good," he rumbled approvingly. "Now, let's discuss your safeword. Choose a word that you would never normally say in the heat of passion, but that will instantly stop all activity if needed." He leaned in close, his lips nearly brushing her ear as he whispered huskily. "Perhaps something like 'cinnamon'? Sweet and spicy, just like you." His tongue flicked out to trace the shell of h