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He questioned and I nodded violently. He pulled the vibrator away and I let out a shaky sob as I collapsed against the floor, my body trembling from being edged and overstimulated. “I don't like condoms.” He muttered and I chuckled, propping myself up to my knees again. “I hate them too. Just fuck me raw.” I whispered and he placed soft kisses on my ass cheeks while I wiggled on his face. I felt the tip of his cock rub against my wet pussy and I moaned just from the feeling as he hissed in pleasure.

“I know.” “Then stay.” She looked out over the city. Then back at me. “I will.” We went inside. Took the elevator to my penthouse. Made love again—slower this time. In my bed. No rush. No anger. Just skin on skin, breath on breath, trust building like a slow burn. When we finally fell asleep, her head on my chest, my arms around her, the city quiet below us, I knew. The story she’d been chasing wasn’t the scandal.

_______________ ~TROPES♾️~ - Lies - Death - Deception - Forced Marriage - Betrayal - Blood - Gunshots - Books - Love - Revenge - Rivalry…etc♾️. PROLOGUE ♾️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NAOMI ALESSANDRO CINDY is a 25yrs old writer,not just any writer,a famous writer known across America and outside america. She is a fair pretty lady,with the body of a goddss and long blonde hair. She is extremely beautiful and had a thing for tattoos.

Doing anything, everything. By sunrise, I had sent fourteen proposals, not one reply. Story of my life. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock. Seven-thirty. Wonderful. Another day. Another opportunity for disappointment. The design studio was unusually quiet that morning. Rain tapped softly against the windows. The gray sky matched my mood pertectly. I was halfway through reviewing floor plans when my phone buzzed. It was Chloe. I answered immediately. "If you're calling to tell me I've won the lottery, I love you."

The mix made everything more intense. Sweat slicked their bodies. Tatum’s breasts bounced with each movement. Sloane reached between them and rubbed Tatum’s swollen clit in firm circles. The sensations pushed them both closer. Raw emotion poured out between thrusts. “This stopped being only hate a long time ago,” Sloane admitted, her voice rough and breaking slightly. “I think about you all the time. Not just your body but your sharp mind on the field. The way you read plays. It drives me crazy.” Tatum leaned down and captured Sloane’s lips in a messy, hungry kiss. “I feel the same,” she whispered hotly against Sloane’s mouth. “I respect how hard you fight despite your knee. How you never qu

The only sounds were our slowing breaths and the occasional soft kiss pressed to bare skin. Sarah’s fingers gently stroked my hair, her voice a low, tender murmur. “My beautiful girl… you were incredible.” She tilted my chin up and kissed me slowly, not with the frantic hunger from earlier, but with deep affection. Her full lips moved softly against mine, tongues brushing lazily. I could still taste all of us on her. Jake nuzzled the back of my neck, pressing gentle kisses along my shoulder. “Both of you,” he said, voice rough but warm. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Didn’t think it would ever actually happen.”

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I kissed her beautiful right foot below her sleazy and oh so sexy tattoo, and then concentrated on the breeding work ahead of me. Throughout all of this, I had taken no note nor cared at all about the change that had occurred to my beautiful mother. Everything was so well designed that laying atop her, everything felt symmetrical and right. My 48 year old newlywed wife and loving mother moaned in pleasure as my enormous ten inch love tool sawed away at her insides, tingling and rubbing against the sensitive vaginal walls. When we stopped, we compared wedding bands and kissed until she shook in orgasm. I joined her for the first time, simultaneous and with love. My powerful tool was right up

"Sorry, Honey. I shouldn't have lied to you. Actually, the plants in the bag in my room weren't Love Vines. Those are Soul-Binding Vines that a curse caster uses." When a person was cursed with it, they would develop a strong infatuation with the caster. That was why so many of the male employees at the company were obsessed with Tracy and Tracie!