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Raffaele stepped out already dressed, black shirt rolled to his forearms, expression calm in that way that usually meant something ugly was sitting underneath it. His eyes landed on me instantly. “You're awake.” “Couldn't sleep.” “That makes two of us.” I sat up slowly, rubbing a hand down my face. The apartment was smaller than the penthouse, colder top, stripped down and practical. Safehouse energy. No decorations, no personal shift, nothing soft about it. It smelled like coffee and gun oil, very fucking comforting. Raffaele walked towards the kitchen area, grabbing a glass from the counter. “You should eat.”

scratch that the most ugly man i have ever seen stepped out of the car Jeez his looks could kill , from his manly flawless face to his beautiful lips and oh my God his physique, his muscles were literally trying to rip - off his shirt... gosh i think he's a greek God Who the fu***ing hell are you " his sexy voice brought me outta my trance"

Well, it was all due to my very hot ex standing before me with her fresh order in his hands. The tall guy had a small apron around his waist and wore a white button-up shirt that was open in his chest area, not leaving much for the imagination, as if he had come straight out of some hot p**n movie that would leave me honey in the first minutes as much as I dislike admitting that. The Santa hat on his head made it even worse, tempting every single degree of my soul and wolf side. It was hot! Too spicy for winter! Too alluring that someone should punish him and I didn't mind if it was me!

“I want chicken soup.” “Alright." The woman spoke hesitantly. “M-Meazus... Ah, I mean, Mr. Meazus. Can I have dessert? I want something to eat.” “Sure. What would you like?” “Spicy ice cream.” Meazus furrowed his brow. “I never knew there was such a thing as spicy ice cream.” “You don't have to look for it. You just need to buy ice cream and hot sauce. I'll mix it together.”

"I am allergic to shrimp. I like spicy food. I once had my dick pierced when I was twenty and my mother is a former athlete." "Shrimp is your favorite. You are crazy about spicy food. You had your dick pierced when you were eighteen and not twenty, and yes, your mother is a former athlete I looked up to." This game shows how much you know about your ex-partner and how much you pay attention to every detail no matter how long it has been. And Macy knowing every detail just proved my point. They switched and Macy sat on the chair. "Hmm, I like art. I went skiing before and fell. I hate vegetables. Christmas is my favorite holiday and I don't like Halloween."

He found my lips again as he slowly unbuttoned my pants. “I am going to make you wash that dirty mouth of yours.” He carried me over and laid me on the desk as my pants were being ripped off and leaving me in my laced panties. “I love when they match.” He whispered. He ripped his shirt off his back and man he was ripped. He ran his palm from my chest down to my stomach as he found my sweet spot and moved them to the side before indulging himself in my sweet spot. His tongue met my beat and completely soaked my panties that were still on me. I didn’t think anything could be so great. He eventually slid them off me before getting back to town and not before he slipped his middle finger in me c

Mia climbed onto Damien, kissing him and taking off his shirt. That is supposed to be romantic, but there was this new, unrecognizable ache in her chest. This can’t be, she wants her cousin’s husband, and for real this time. Like she feels like she could steal him if she drove him a little crazier than her cousin does. So she does the craziest thing while Damien and Mia were still kissing at the dining table, she quickly went upstairs and changed into a sexy black latex dress that hugged her curves; her boobs pushed up, dress stopping right under her ass, and her dress oiled-shinny.

WARNING: Group Sex (FFFxMMM), Multiple Partners, Spanking, Choking, Rough Sexual Content, Creampies, Vulgar Language, Objectification. The Azure Queen cut through the midnight swells with a rhythmic grace, but the real storm was brewing inside the Captain's private quarters. The air was thick with the scent of expensive bourbon, salt air, and a heavy, mounting musk that made my skin prickle. My two best friends, Maya and Sarah, and I had chartered this vessel for a month of luxury, but tonight, we had decided to claim a different kind of service.

“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.” He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk. “That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.” My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells. A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me. The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie.

The human wasn’t lying, so Aqua took the leap of faith and gave in to her selfishness. “Then can I try the thing called taco? The radio man said there was a new flavour… I think it was called hot and spicy?” Bringing the car to a halt the same way his mind paused at Aqua’s request, the mafia boss held his tongue. Logic told him that the mermaid, who did not have many food options in the ocean, may have difficulty getting accustomed to spicy food. He had a rather high spice tolerance like most of the members of his famiglia, as Ricardo loved eating spicy food. However, Dawn did not want to disappoint her.