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His screams could be heard collaborating with another bitch whose hole kept getting pierced by a dildo. Precum soaked the guy's belly, and the liquid didn’t stop coming out of his hole; the black part of his eyes was directed upwards, his face was red with his tongue sticking out, an expression that seemed to say that he liked every time Zayn pierced his hole roughly. “Oh, fuck! It's feel amazing! Argh! Ah! Ah! Yeah, I'm almost done, ah! Cumming, a little bit more, ah...”

a deep voice behind her said. She turned and saw two boys at her age, or maybe older. The other guy was raising his arms forward, twitching his fingers. He was the one controlling the rocks. He has a deep black wavy hair that curled in his forehead, covering his eyes. He has a nice complexion and and we'll built body. His muscles were visible in his brown shirt and raggedy pants. The other guy was behind him. He has a long brown hair that was neatly tied behind his head - Serra suddenly envied him for having the ability to tie a hair neatly - , his eyes were brown as his hair, and a slender body. They were both tall.

Black's attention. With his meticulously groomed, dark hair, glowing olive skin, thick brows crowning striking blue eyes, and a jawline as sharp as a sculpture's chisel, Eric Black was a man designed to stir desire. His full lips, ever-curved in a confident smirk, held an unspoken promise of indulgence and satisfaction.

And then he stepped out. Tall, about Mason’s height, or maybe a few inches shorter. He had a black pair of pants resting on his waist, a blue shirt, his hair, and a touch of black… yeah, his hair was grey with a touch of black and it doesn’t look dyed or tinted. He looks chiseled, does he go to the gym? And oh my god… he is hot and handsome. “Why is a Zaddy coming out of your mother’s apartment at this ungodly hour?” Ava whispered.

A wave is like a trembling man suffering from an unending seizure a panic attack with a glowing beam. Isiewu came the next day when the moon was taking a long stride and leaping beyond the boundaries of Umuolu to another part of the world. His footsteps sounded loudly, followed by a rattling sound caused by the staff he held in his hand. He struck his stick several times on the ground as he got closer to Echi’s compound. His movements were slow and steady. Precise.

I looked up and saw the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in my life. He was tall, about six feet. He had black hair, gorgeous and rumpled and falling just short of his eyebrows. He had a strong jaw, a slight dimple in his chin, and cheekbones to die for. Flawless olive skin and a day or two’s worth of unshaven scruffiness. He had a grey t-shirt with ‘Led Zeppelin’ on the front in faded black letters, like it had been washed a thousand times and given up the fight to stay legible. The shirt was tight over his broad chest, his powerful shoulders, and his bulging biceps. He looked like the kind of guy who had built up muscles by good genes and manual labor rather than sweating it out in a gym.

She wanted to look special among all the girls. Arther was attending that party too, she had a long crush on him since the very start of school. He was Italian with olive like complexion, long height, broad shoulders and with a good sense of humour. His personality was attractive, and every girl around him was fallen for his glorious company, including stella. Stella bought a long red dress, sleeveless and a long zip running down her backbone to make fit and give a shape to the body. It was indeed expensive, but she had her savings. She was all done for her trip.