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Kat turns around and hits Alex on the chest, saying: - You are an idiot. Micky bursts out laughing. - Didn't I tell you I was the idiot in the pack? – Alex asks, rolling his eyes and making Micky laugh even more. Kat kneels between the two lovers, and holds their cocks, stroking them and making them grow. When her men look at her, she smiles mischievously, and continues to stroke Alex's cock. She puts Micky's cock in her mouth.

Apart from those, every other part of the windshield is utilitarian: the wipers, the bottle of dubious spring water, the handy rags… Kate of course likes decorating, as evidenced by her room at home whose walls are covered with montages of photos on poster boards and corkboards – photos of herself with her friends and her parents – aside from the more precious photo stickers and Polaroids on the frames of her standing mirror and nearly overrunning the surface. She also has posters of Blackpink, BTS, Twice, Momoland, Exo and other K-pop groups, inspirational scroll posters from Papemelroti, and one geeky poster of Yu Yu Hakusho with the four main protagonists in dynamic poses. Kate doesn’t ge

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

she replies dripping sensuality. It's about twenty seconds before Madison answers. "Mak here." "Hi, Mad, how's it hangin'?" Her irritated sigh heightens the smile on my face. "Mad is worse than Madison and you know it. I need to start calling you Gom." "You know I won't call you Mak, so get over yourself," I tease. Mak is a badass name for a badass woman who's an ex-cop. I won't deny that Kick-ass should be her middle name. Pushing her buttons is too much fun, though. "I'm cutting your tantrum short, sweet cheeks. I'm heading to the Lincoln and I'd like you to arrange some company."

She threw her head back laughing, and I couldn't resist it, so I grabbed her ass, lifted her up onto the counter, and stepped between her thighs like I fucking owned the space. "So, are you finished with your little show, Ms. Sticky Fingers?" I asked, dragging my hands up her thighs. "Depends," she purred, wrapping her legs loosely around my waist. "If you’re ready for the main event?" I groaned. Loud. She was going to be the death of me. "You keep talking like that, and we're never leaving this kitchen." "Good," she whispered, tugging my shirt collar and pulling me into a deep, messy kiss that had my brain short-circuiting.

“The thought of a random guy I kissed just popped in my head.” I freeze at how fast she switched conversation. “What?” I asked confused. I had no idea what she was talking about. Katya grins mischievously, nodding toward the entrance. “A tall, stupidly handsome asshole. He's a jerk and has no respect for women. I hope to see him again someday and whoop his ass” She hissed, sipping from her fruit juice. I whipped my head around, looking at the direction she was staring at but, there was none there.

he winked charmingly at her "M..my gawd!" she felt her legs turning into jelly and Eros couldn't help but chuckle * * * "That rat bàstard, He's ought to be here. But,no! He's not!" Tikka mumbled angrily stepping into the club. Strippers danced seductively around the metal poles, while some were twerking and dancing on men's lap "Where's that bîtvh? Hope Ella didn't lie to me" Tikka said to herself.

Kat replenished my cock with coke immediately. "My turn," she said. She sniffed it up effortlessly. "Fuck me, I love cocaine," she said. She and Caitlyn almost simultaneously turned their attention to me. Kat put her tongue on my cock and made a big show of slowly licking up and down it. Caitlyn took a turn after her. "Are we good coke sluts for you, daddy?" Kat asked.

I nod, my tears spilling over as I hold onto her. “I’ll be careful, I promise. And I’ll come home, no matter what happens." “Good. Take this," she says as she pulls away and hands me a can of pepper spray. “For any creepy stalker you may encounter." I smile as I tuck it into my bag. “I know I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again. Please be careful out there, okay?" She says, her eyes glistening with mushed tears. “And don’t forget to call me as soon as you can. I’ll be waiting to hear from you."