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The memory made my cock thicken painfully against my trousers. I poured two fingers of aged whiskey. The crystal glass felt cool against my palm. I carried it to the private office at the back of the suite. One voice command and the wall of monitors flickered to life. The hidden footage loaded instantly. High-definition. Every gasp captured in cruel clarity.

I sat upright, changing my settings to switch to mails. It was from Dr. Xander with a black envelope as the subject followed by, "You need to see this!" I read out loud. I clicked on the new mail. Dear Becca, Dr. Baldowski managed to compile your memory into a disk and it is attached to this mail. But before you watch, hear me out first. You might have a deep-rooted belief concerning your personality but don't play a personality you are not. Yes, something or someone might have deluded you to that particular belief but believe me, that's not who you are.

"Uh, right up close. I think I know, I'm calling, her Bro Will is not talk. I splash with iced tea also does not flicker. “Then .. because I think Bro Will ghost ...." Mida's initially jarring words grew increasingly murdic at the end. "So you're going to shake my head?" I asked exasperatedly. "Hehehe... Yes, Bro Will," she said with a grin. "Geplak with what?" I asked curiously because the pain caused quite quite fairly. "I-it... Bro." Point Mida towards the surface of the table in front of me. And my eyes find a very thick book that discusses the questions of SBMPTN that I can estimate 968 pages thick.

“That beef of a man who did a better scene than those girls on America's Next Top Model was the Mark of your teenage years?” “Yes.” “That one was the one who hid his cock in your pussy and almost showed it in your mouth?” “Elizabeth Mill!” I shouted shocked looking everywhere in the meeting room, hoping that no one had heard us, but only the two of us had remained in the place since they left us here fifteen minutes ago. “Yes, or no?” “Yes... Kind of.” “So, I keep the same answer: Nicholas Spark.” she shrugged before going to the windows to admire the wonderful view of the Hudson River.

He said, sending a wink my way before going inside the bathroom. I looked around for the remote to watch some movie and oddly enough, I didn't feel alone. Maybe my body does remember more than my mind does. I flipped through the screen finding a movie to watch. I settled on a horror movie and pressed play. I rest my back on the headboard and hugged a pillow to my chest as the movie starts. "Boo." Alex suddenly whispered beside me. A loud scream escaped my lips as I smacked Alex with the pillow. Alex stumbled back a little as the pillow fell to the floor with a thump.

Chim’s hands massaged Buck’s thighs, encouraging him to rock gently forward. After several long, torturous minutes, Chim pulled off with a lewd pop, lips shiny and reddened. He gave Buck’s cock one last slow lick from base to tip before Bobby stepped in. Strong hands gripped Buck’s shoulders, pushing him down to his knees on the cool gym floor. Buck went willingly, gazing up with hazy eyes as Bobby shoved his briefs down, revealing his thick, upward-curved eight-inch cock. It slapped heavily against Buck’s cheek, leaving a smear of precum. “Open up, baby,” Bobby growled.

‎The Past ‎ ‎As Cassian sat there, still coming down from the high of the orgasm, bound and exposed, the present blurred into fragments of the past. The pressure of Orion's hand on his cock began again, more painful than the last, stroking slowly, deliberately, pulled at those old threads, forcing him to remember. It started with the chaos of that gang war, years ago, when he was still building his empire after taking over from his mother due to her poor health. He was twenty three then, a ruthless force known as Mammon, carving out territory in the city's underbelly with fists, knives and bullets. The air had smelled heavily of gunpowder and blood that night, the streets littered with the b

Anyone can stay in this moment forever. Cela looks at her picture from her phone. She smiles at how she looks on the picture taken more than a year ago on the day of the viewing of her last book that was turned into a mini movie aired on television. One of the guests snapped a photo of her while trying to collect the roses that fell on the floor after she tripped. The picture is not bad at all. She turned into a meme that is rarely seen as beautiful rather than funny. She feels good about it and the memory of that night becomes a constant reminder for her to move forward and get what she deserves.

mumbles Mr Murray as he keeps writing. "But I'm bored." I sigh dramatically and throw my head back to dangle over the back of the chair. "Do you have ADHD or something else?" Asks Mr Murray with a raised eyebrow. I don't reply straight away, I just examine his face and appreciate his gorgeousness. "You're hot," I blurt out without really thinking. His perfect eyebrows draw together and he looks at me with a startled expression. "Excuse me?" "I said you're hot. I like your face, it's pretty. You suit glasses, they make you look sophisticated-"

I muttered under my breath and rolled off to the drawer and pulled out a condom, I tore it open with my bare teeth and was about to wear it when Kim suddenly grabbed it from me. "What do you think you are doing?" I asked sceptically as my eyes followed his movement, he brought down his shirt exposing the huge, long and thick cock with veins protruding from each side, I gulped internally, he's so small but literally bigger than me, rembering Arson words, of whoever has the long cock should top, I gulped again.