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He deserves to feel good, if not for anything, for loving me as he does. He breaks the kiss one more time and his mouth moves down my body to nibble at the skin just above my breast. I smile when he purrs happily. 'Goddess make him go all the way in. Don't let him tell me he won't because of his brothers.' I start praying within me because, at the moment, I think I'm going pleasure-mad. But my prayers are futile because he mumbles against my skin; "I'm going to give you all the pleasure your body craves for, My Love, but we can't cross a certain line."

Brad cut Zayne off mid-sentence and said impatiently, "I promised you I'd let you see your lover, didn't I? Well, here she is, right in your arms. "You do know I'm not running a charity here. You're a funny one, young man. I've decided to sell all three of you together. You can all reunite in hell!" Reagan's smile froze. Thinking of the torture she would endure at their hands should she stay, she shoved Zayne forward and pointed at him frantically.

The words sank into her spirit like rain into dry earth. “Therefore, what God has joined together, let no man put asunder. For love is strong as death, its flames are flames of fire, a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, nor can rivers drown it.” Samarth gently reached for her hand again, interlacing their fingers. Her grip tightened in return. The blessing continued, the voices weaving around them like a divine tapestry. “May the Lord bless you and keep you. May He make His face shine upon you and be gracious to you. May the Lord lift His countenance upon you, and give you peace.”

My Queen is the god’s ambrosia. “Lorcan, I need more, please. I need you,” Kimarhi begs. With her pleas of ecstasy, I insert two fingers into her core curling to that good spot. I vigorously finger her slit and massage her swollen button with my mouth. Kimarhi thrashes and pulls at my hair. Her pleasure is my praise. I slow and make her explode with a roar that shocks me to full attention. Not wanting to waste my reward, I drink of her desperately, growling in approval. She goes limp, panting heavily, reaching out for me.

His soft whispers of affection were like a symphony, weaving a sensual melody that resonated with the beating of our entwined hearts. As Christian continued his exploration, I felt the subtle sting of pleasure mingling with the sweet ache of desire. His kisses were not merely physical; they were a language, a silent communication of emotions too intricate for words. The warmth of his breath against my skin, the playful nips that left a trace of passion, created an exquisite mosaic of sensations that enveloped me.

His words were a gentle command, a carnal decree that echoed in the heated space. Their eyes locked once again, creating a nexus of raw, unspoken sentiments amidst the tempest of their physical congress. His eyes, fiery orbs of desire, probed into hers, sharing in the silent tales of pleasure that they whispered. Her eyes shimmered with the reflections of raw, unquenchable desire and the manifold depths of pleasure that his relentless strokes invoked within the intimate recesses of her being.

God will forgive a protector. John’s hands trembled as he gripped the arms of his chair, eyes locked on her swaying breasts, her flat stomach, the dark patch visible through her panties. "This is… blasphemy," he groaned, but his body betrayed him—his cock throbbed, tenting the white cloth. Joy smiled triumphantly, leaning down to kiss his neck, her tongue tracing the collar of his cassock. She pulled it open, exposing his chest, and sucked one of his nipples while her fingers freed his erection.

They moved in perfect harmony, positioning themselves so they could both be with her, their bodies pressing against hers in a way that made her feel completely surrounded by their love. As they joined together, Kamila felt a surge of pleasure that took her breath away. She clung to them, her body arching against theirs as they moved in sync, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge. The sensation of being with both of them was overwhelming, and she felt her body spiraling towards release. “I love you,” she gasped, her voice trembling with emotion and pleasure. “I love you both so much.” Dylan and Ryan responded with fervent kisses and whispered words of love, their bodies moving together

, Krish flipped her back and started fucking her from behind. " It is so good!!.... Fuck!! Right there!!! Oh yes!! Fuck me harder!! ", Emma gritted her teeth. " You like it!! You like it when my balls slammed your ass!! You like it ", Krish asked while thrusting deep inside her. " Aaaahhhh!!! Hmmm!! I love!! I love the fucking sound when your balls slammed my asscheeks ", Emma screamed. She was deeply drowned in the pleasure given by her love. " Fuck! Krish!! I am Cumming ", Emma clutched the arms of Krish.