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His eyes went straight to my pussy, and the look he gave me made my more juices flowed from my hole. "You re dripping for me." He whispered. I moaned from just his voice. Then he leaned down and rested his warm mouth right on my pussy. "Gosh!" He didn't rush. He pulled back and shaped his lips into a perfect 'O', then placed it right over my clit made my eyes roll back on their own. "Fuuuck Grey, that feels insane." "You taste so sweet," he whispered between licks. His tongue slid up and down, slow at first, then faster. His lips sucked hard around my clit, making me shake again. Then he slid two fingers deep inside.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Red _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He's getting warmer. I feel it every damn day, like a fever breaking. Thirty-eight days I've been watching this house, cataloging every detail, every shift in the air. And this warming? It's real, it's specific, and it's messing with everything I've been trying so hard not to analyze.

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The pleasure overwhelming my senses was so strong that my mind went blank the whole time. Some time later, our ragged breathing was the only sound left in the room. When I tried to crawl over to the nightstand to grab a cigarette, my hand was already trembling violently. After sticking the cigarette between my lips, I tried lighting it up with my shaky hands but to no avail. Before I could light my cigarette, I felt my ankle getting grabbed by Julius. To make it worse, my body was still sensitive from the climax. My cigarette fell to the floor. I gripped the bedframe tightly while sobbing out, "I can't do this anymore… I don't want another round…"

he says, scooting me to his side. Mine as well, baby. "You're a flatterer, Mr. Darcy." I chuckle with delight. "But you don't look good." I immediately eject from his cocoon and palm his forehead, checking body his temperature. I'm right, he's burning. “No, I’m not,” he breathes.

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

She felt a flutter in her chest as she saw how close his mouth was to hers. His lips, soft and inviting, seemed to be beckoning her closer. Nicole's heart skipped a beat as she felt Jack's warm breath on her skin. Her eyes locked onto his, and she saw the desire reflected back at her. Jack's eyes, burning with intensity, seemed to be asking her a question, a question that only she could answer. Nicole's lips parted slightly, her breathing growing shallow. She felt like she was melting into Jack's gaze, like she was being drawn into a world of pure sensation.

Suddenly she needed to be out of there and she turned and began pushing through the crowd, afraid she was going to be sick. Several hours later, back at home, she stood beneath the steaming hot spray of the shower. The slight soreness of her ass a reminder of what had happened earlier in the evening. Despite the heat of the shower, a delicious shiver ran down her spine as she recalled how good the stranger's cock had felt insider her pussy and, even more so, inside her ass. Slowly, hesitantly, she trailed her fingers over her butt, pulling the cheeks apart and gently touching her tight hole. Had he really stretched her so wide that his cock fit inside?

I keep wondering why the same person who got me in trouble would want to serve the same punishment they got me serving. The teacher steps out of the class, and we are left with the last class of the day. On the timetable, it says ' Reading Period '. During this time, we're meant to read books of our choice, and not make noise. But in my class, we use this as a gossip session. "You were saying? "I question Johan, and she raises a brow in confusion. "About Mason. "I reply, and she lets her head roll back as she remembers. "Oh... Yeah, You know Mrs. Dami right? That power-drunk primary school teacher who acts like she runs the school? "Johan replies, and my brows crease.

"So what's got you stuck? Plot hole? Character motivation? Or..." He paused, and Emma could swear he was holding back laughter. "What?" she demanded. "Nothing. It's just that 'Heat Between the Lines' sounds like it might be a romance about books. Or writers. Am I warm?" Too warm. Uncomfortably, impossibly warm. "It's about a novelist," Emma admitted reluctantly. "And let me guess she's struggling to write authentic passion because she's never actually experienced it herself?" Emma's mouth fell open. "How did you—"