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he asked, his eyes burning into mine as he waited for the answer. “No.” “Did he even touch you?” “No,” I said again, the denial a shameful thrill. He smiled, a predator’s triumphant grin. “So you just lay there, next to him, soaking wet, and thinking about me.” I nodded, unable to lie, unable to deny the truth that hung between us in the moonlight. Fuck, what is this man doing to me? This should be illegal. It should be illegal for a man to be this fucking sexy, for a look to be this possessive, for a voice to be this destructive.

Still… the idea refused to leave. “So,” Camille said, sliding a glass of wine toward me as she perched on the stool opposite mine. “How are things with Mr. Hot CEO?” I froze mid-sip, but she raised her glass before I could protest. “Wait. First, a toast.” I grinned and lifted my glass. “Alright, what’s the toast?” She cleared her throat dramatically. “To freedom from awful gold-digging men, a full girl-boss glow-up, and better money, better connections, and… better cocks in the future.”

Chapter thirteen Elio's POV I stepped back slowly, zipping up without a sound. This boy. This reckless, loud-mouthed hacker who should’ve been terrified, who was terrified yesterday, just let me use his mouth like it belonged to me. Taking my cock like he’d been waiting for it. I stood there, my breath shallow, watching how his eyes were glossy, his face flushed, and mouth still parted like he wasn’t done. Like he wanted more. He knelt there on the cold tile, chest heaving.There was a wet spot on the front of his brief indicating that he hadn’t touched himself. Good.

A small amount spilled, warm against my skin. “Careful,” he murmured. Before I could react, he leaned forward. Too close. Way too close. His hand brushed lightly against my chest as he wiped the spill away.his hand carefully and slowly brushed against my n**ples which set a sensitive signal to my head, The contact was brief. Accidental. But my entire body reacted like it wasn’t. A sharp inhale caught in my throat. My pulse spiked instantly. He paused. Just for a second. Like he noticed.

He felt the ridge of her entrance meet the swollen head and move his hips to glide his entire length into her. Her pussy felt so good, like a deep pool of molten earth that wasn’t just easing the friction between their sexes, but was cushioning his cock in viscous heat. He would fucked her through his own cum before and had expected much the same feeling, but it was completely foreign to fuck her after her husband had. “,Fuck, Oliver. It’s so hot. So fucking wet.” “You was still coming inside me when you pulled in the driveway.”

With each step she took, his anticipation grew, and his excitement mingled with a hint of nervousness at the magnitude of the moment. For George, since childhood, his life has been just like a game. He became aware of the mafia world early, and his hands got bloody early. Because of that, he was no longer able to dream of having a girlfriend and living in peace. For George, it's a luxury. His father gave him a woman several times, but none of them succeeded until his father died, and he never touched any woman. Many people are starting to doubt his orientation, so there are also a few who send him a man, but he only beats him.

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He lifted his face up and gave her a charming smile. "That sounds good ...I like it. Be my Hot Princess." The husky voice whispered, pulled her body against his and started kissing her hard, hot, and hungry. The two bodies helped to increase the temperature, turning the ice into the hot steam under the moonlight and stars.

He touched my body twice, even though it was not the same as the first time, the second time there was almost no difference. I don't love him. I maybe attracted, but that doesn't give the rights to let him fvck me over and over again. Come on, Quennie Rose, reserved some class. You're not just a woman, two mistakes are enough. A few minutes later, my room opened again as a woman entered. She immediately helped me to clean my body and change. I paid for her service before she left my room. Jairon entered again after a few seconds and observed my whole body. I noticed that he has changed now, maybe he went to his condo for a while to clean his body. I can even smell his body shower from my pla

he ordered. "What?" Damian said with a chuckle. "I didn't hear what you said." This guy was deliberately playing a trick. Meanwhile Chloe looked increasingly agitated. Sweat was already trickling down her temples. “I want you to touch me! Enter me or even satisfy me. Please…” Damian smiled broadly. The man happily took his hand to take off all of Chloe's clothes until the woman was naked without a single thread. "Really, I can't wait to feel your body." A sharp smirk appeared on Damian's face. Of course he didn't want to miss this opportunity. The opportunity to enjoy Chloe's body and then flaunt it immediately to Edward.