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“The first question is how were you able to keep the bouncing pace at a stretch. I mean, with every bounce you did on that dick, your pussy fully swallowed the dick and you were also following the same beat.” I blushed hard and I laughed out too, trying to curate the right words. “I mean…” “And girl, did I forget to mention how shiny and how moisturised your ass skin was? The ripple effect from the bounces were phenomenal too.” Sharon said and made a clock it sign with her fingers. “Okay so for my soft and bouncy skin, I use olive oil because it gives my skin this thready effect that I love it so much and It also makes my skin glow.”

Allow me to be a core component of whatever it is you are into, and I will demonstrate to you that there will always be someone who will never make you feel alone. Unknowingly, I smiled as I took hold of and finished reading a piece of paper written especially for Cloud. I like how the material of the paper did feel on my skin. It looked like spectacular paper stock, similar to what is used on invitations, that has been given away on important events. I continued to hold the piece of paper up to my nose, and my nostrils instantly recognized a hint of opulent fragrance. In all forms, it did smell expensive and stylish.

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

The complete volume of the World Almanac on the top row, varying books about business and commerce on the middle, and a compilation of untitled white leather-bound books on the bottom. The white books caught my attention quickly. Weird. It looked specifically custom-made. I was almost tempted to open one of them when I found a familiar-looking book placed singularly at the far corner of the shelf. It was bound using black lamb skin. The title written on the spine made me frown as I read it. ‘The God’s Emerald Eyes.’

"These are all we've got." Even though I didn't get exactly what I was looking for, I still stumbled a couple of things I found useful. Zoe, not so much. "They're something." I mumbled, trying to find the right word. The items were no more than a couple of paintbrushes, more painting, an old jewelry box that wouldn't open without a key and a stack of clean white papers. In the midst of the dust that rid the entire storage, the sheets of paper remained pristine, its White pages without even a scratch or a speck of dust. Its edges were sharp and if I didn't handle them carefully, I would have gotten a paper cut, and a really deep one at that too. Of all our spoils from our storage raid, the wh

I responded as I turned open the book. Its pages were made of parchment, yellowed with time, adorned with handwritten text. Whoever did this bit must have been a student of calligraphy. "Atcheeew!!!" I sneezed, no thanks to the dust from the book when I had suddenly let go of the cover that I had been holding onto. "Should have opened it softly. That's why the Kindle was invented though." Professor Derrick remarked, referring to the dust I had released into the air. Once the dust was settled, we both leaned in, captivated by the contents within.

I whispered, my voice barely audible. He followed me in, the panel sliding shut behind him with a soft thud, sealing us in. “I wasn’t sure if you would… appreciate it.” His eyes watched my reaction closely, a flicker of uncertainty in their depths. I turned to him, my gaze sweeping over the tools of his desire. A thrill, sharp and exhilarating, shot through me. “Appreciate it? Jonathan, this is everything I never knew I wanted.” I reached out, my fingers tracing the smooth, dark leather of a riding crop. The material felt supple, alive. “It’s beautiful.”

There was only the sound of our own footsteps on the invisible floor. Suddenly, the air changed. It didn't get cold, but it became sharp. Thousands of thin, white slivers began to fall from the non-existent sky. They looked like snowflakes, but when one landed on my arm, it cut me like a razor. "Paper-cuts," Rowan hissed, holding his cloak over his head. "The system is trying to shred the data!" The storm grew intense. The white slivers were flying at us from every direction, swirling in a violent vortex. It was a **Paper Storm**—the physical manifestation of the "Hard Drive Wipe."

I mumble, heading to my office. I sit down in my chair and put the book on the desk. I look closely at the cover and realize it isn't leather, but some soft dark skin, more on a fur than the normal boom cover. My guess would be some.random animal with fur but I think sime fur isn’t smooth as this. I turn to the first page and mutter a curse under my breath. I read the tiny scrawl with widening eyes.

gentle. "Sorry I'm late." He walked up to me and held out the moonflowers, his voice low, carrying a faint edge of awkwardness. "The Black Forest is far. I got your letter and came as fast as I could." I took the flowers, my fingers brushing against his palm. Warm. Dry. But his fingertips were rough with calluses—like he'd spent years gripping something worn and hard. I stepped closer under the pretense of adjusting my hold, and my gaze flicked downward. His left foot landed a fraction of a beat slower than his right. He hid it well, but I could still tell.