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My nose brushed his pelvis—throat working around his thickness until tears pricked my eyes. I held there—swallowing once—then pulled back slowly, dragging my tongue along every vein. “Fuck—yes—deeper, baby. Gag on it for me.” I did—taking him to the back of my throat again and again—messy, wet sounds filling the room. Saliva dripped down my chin, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be filthy for him. Wanted to wreck him the way he wrecked me. He praised me the whole time—dirty, loving words tumbling out.

I stepped inside, slamming the door shut behind me, and immediately looked around the small living room. Nathan was sitting on the floor, curled up against the base of his sofa. He wasn't wearing his usual oversized grey hoodie anymore, it was thrown across the room in a crumpled heap. He was in a plain white t-shirt, his knees pulled tightly against his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs as he cried.

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

Chris looked around the room and his face fell, his eyes filling with sorrowful tears. In that instance, Luke carried a large bag of items into the room. There were items to eat, to use, and to wash up with. There was also an extremely large white rabbit pillow. Anthony took the rabbit pillow which was at least 1.8 meters long and personally handed it to Charmine. “Take it and I’ll bring Chris home.” Charmine was stunned speechless. She thought to herself, ‘He wants me to accept such a childish thing?’

Piper The metallic tang of blood lingers in the air, thick and suffocating. My hands tremble as I clutch the fabric of Elijah's shirt like it’s the only thing tethering me to reality. My chest rises and falls erratically, and I can’t seem to catch my breath. I don’t know which was more terrifying: watching Elijah’s massive black wolf emerge from him in a grotesque, violent transformation or the way that same wolf shredded my ex like a piece of paper, tearing him apart with a ferocity that will haunt my dreams and Christmas forever.

I replied to him honestly. “Oh common Sky, I am not giving you my precious company, I am coming with you to check out the hot girls. “Liar” I playfully nudged him. Seriously, he should learn how to take a compliment. As he stood up to his full six feet height, from the couch I saw what’s written on his Shirt *MY ONE SMILE CAN KILL YOU* each word spelt in red and bold! “You bought the wrong shirt, Chris, replace that ‘smile’ with ‘fart’ and you are good to go” I teased.

"This is the emergency?" "Life or death, babe." He looked at both. "Cactus has character. Narwhal is whimsical." "Right? I can't decide." He picked up both. "We'll get both of them." She gasped. "You beautiful man." He bowed. "Your indecision is my command." Two carts later, they'd gathered: Three packs of organic bamboo diapers Five animal-shaped hooded towels A lullaby-singing bottle warmer A white noise machine that simulated the womb sound

His aunt and grandmother were cooking Christmas Day dinner … and they were heading to their air b&b. Emerson had got Sawyer a few games for Christmas. One was a car bingo game and another was a tray that he could draw on. But his favorite game she’d gotten was a trivia one. So he quizzed everybody the entire hour it took them to get there. She also got him some Despicable Me pajamas that he had insisted on wearing.. with matching minion house shoes. And she had gotten him all the funko pop collectibles of the characters in the movie .. he’d already set them all around his bedroom. Em also bought him sheets with the characters that he immediately put on his bed .. along with a new blanket wit

She shook her head "No, he just called me his fuck puppy I wore a collar and while it was on, he'd only fuck me doggie style while calling me either his little fuck Puppy or his fuck bitch." Abi led her over to the pet play section. "Okay, well, I want to get you back into that. I think it's a great way to enhance your humiliation level. So you have a few options on the pet. There's bunny pet. You wear long ears and a little cotton tail butt plug and at home you hop around everywhere and only eat veggies and drink from one of those water bottles with the metal ball." Becky shook her head. "No, thank you. Hoping and no meat yeah I'll pass on that."

I storm from the shelves before I get the urge to throw something at him and grab a throw pillow from the couch instead. It’s made from some sort of fur, like real fur; flat, smooth rawhide kind of fur and I grimace as I touch it. It’s awful and I am so anti real fur!