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He asked as I began tracing circles across his bare chest. "Xavier you just came home, woke me and fucked me, som-" "Language," he scolded slapping my ass slightly and I smiled kissing his jaw. "I'm sorry, but I know there is something bothering you," I finished and he sighed kissing my forehead. "I had a meeting with Mr Harris" he mumbled and looked up at him to see him frowning. "What did he say?" "A whole lot of bullshit, trying to get more money," he mumbled "Subject change," he whispered his eyes still trained at the ceiling and I pulled away sitting up causing his gaze to divert to me.

And yet, another. An insatiable hunger spread through her, an unquenchable fire igniting in her. She didn't know why, but the image of her dildo suddenly crept up in her head and she did a mental note to discard it later. Here she was, receiving pleasure that even two dildos of her kind couldn't offer. "Steven" Vandana moaned, throwing her head against the headboard "Yes baby. Say my name like I'm doing things to you" He said, increasing his pace

My Insufferable asshole of a boss. Maria, get it together. What is wrong with you. I splash the cold water on my face trying to get me to get less hot but nothing was working. I felt like I was just awoken from hibernation and have this desire and hunger only one thing can solve and that is Nayel Jefferson.

I all but bang my head onto the head board, I softly bite the tip of my finger as Demetrius relentlessly work on my soaking heat. "Why was I the reason you saw a psychiatrist?" He doesn't stop, spreading my püssy lips his tongue glides faster up and down my clít and his fingers pump faster and faster into me. My growing wetness is more than evident now since Demetrius' fingers are covered knuckle deep in the liquid.

His hips bucked, balls drawing tight—heavy, shaved smooth, slapping against his thigh with each stroke. My breath hitched, pussy clenching emptily. I pressed my thighs together, the seam of my skirt grinding against my clit. He twisted his wrist on the upstroke, groaning as a fat drop of precum dribbled over his knuckles. The scent hit me—salty, masculine musk wafting through the crack. His abs flexed, that V-line deepening as he sped up, grunting my name. "Gonna fuck you so hard... mine, all mine." His balls tightened, cockhead flaring, and ropes of thick cum erupted—splattering his ripped stomach, pooling in the ridges. One shot hit his chest; he milked it out with slow pumps, panting, eye

Well any normal married woman in my shoes would be happy knowing that her husband was back home after his daily activities but not me. His mere name ignited fear in me and him being around caused me immeasurable pain and discomfort. I was married to the Business tycoon, Lucas Hilton. He was the CEO of "RED", a multimillion dollar wine company which had sales all around the world. Any woman would have loved to be known as the wife of Lucas Hilton. He commanded power, wealth and authority any where he went. But my marriage to this man was not the rainbows and roses that I pictured. He was initially engaged to Sabrina Riss, an interntional model star and it was a blissful relationship--atleast

I felt the need for him increase in me. He travelled with his kiss to my breasts and worshipped them. My nipples were extra sensitive and soon hard and stiff. James sucked on them, turning me into a moaning mess. My body anticipated the pleasure I would receive, and I loved it. Soon he travelled down and rolled down my panties. "So wet," he said and spread my legs wide. He gripped onto my arse and ran his tongue from my clit to my entrance and back to my clit. The pleasure shocked my body, and it made me shake.

Utterly priceless. I lay my palms flat against the wall, on either side of her head, and our tongues tangle wildly. Again, there's no technique involved in what's happening. Just pure, unadulterated need spiking through my blood, making my body burn with need. Actually, I think most of my blood has gone south and my dick is hard and ready. So goddamn ready to plunge into her sweet depths.

Ishtiyaq leaned in, his own voice a blade. “And don’t make me forget that blood doesn’t excuse cruelty.” The air between them was electric, suffocating. Timtim, trembling, clutched the blazer tighter and whispered, “Please… stop.” But the men didn’t move. Across the room, Farhad Qureshi leaned forward in his chair, eyes gleaming like a predator scenting blood. His lips curved into that same slow, wicked smile as he murmured to himself, “Ah… perfect. The cracks are already there. Now all I need is to press, and the empire will collapse on its own.”