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I have put my sim back in my phone but I don’t even need it again. I just abandoned it. Today, Asher didn’t lock the door. After taking my bath and doing my necessary chores, I retired to the compound with a novel. Born in death by Nora Roberts. I started reading it yesterday. I saw it in my things. I had bought it a long time ago but didn’t have them to read it. Am intrigued with the story already and couldn’t wait to read as everything unfolds. I was engrossed in the book I didn’t notice someone enter.

After the fucking intense session he finally creamed her inside with his thick warm cum while she kept jumping her hips on his cum squirting dick milking every last drop and then came her orgasm with a loud moan and with that she flopped on his chest and fell asleep. From that day she never had to pay full rent in cash. [THE END] ******** Quote of The Day: "Every Woman Deserves A Man Who Loves To Eat Her Out" ******** Author Says: Hi Readers, Don't be shy and rate this novel to rank higher on GoodNovel. I'm working on my next series so till then enjoy my little short stories. Stay tuned and if you haven't bookmarked yet. Do it now! I really love to hear your thoughts so, please comment or Jo

Then he pushed deep and filled me with his hot cum. He stayed inside me breathing heavy. “Good girl Chloe. You are mine now, completely.” Maya looked sick. Liam looked ready to fight. My father pulled out slowly. Cum ran down my legs again. He fixed his clothes and smiled at all of us. “Now we wait for the final guest,” he said. Suddenly the warehouse door opened again. A new man walked in. He was tall, around forty, with silver hair and expensive clothes. He looked powerful. My father nodded at him.

"Asher..." He groaned, hands moving higher, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. "That's it. Just like that. You're so fucking sexy, Isla. I've wanted this since I first saw you with the new hair." He pulled me back into his lap anyway, hands sliding down onto my thighs. I felt the heat pool between my legs as his fingers brushed my bare skin near my clit. "Fuck, you feel good," he murmured while moving his hands straight to my core. I jolted, my toes curling. This was a sin. A delicious sin I shouldn't crave.

He looked like one of those male leads that I often described for my online horny fans who would binge my erotica novel of over fifty chapters in one night… except that I often added that they had a ten-inch dick, even though I had never even seen a five-inch one before except that of my online sex buddy. Damn… his dick had been ten inches long when he was stroking himself and cumming right in front of my camera three days ago. That scene had left my cunt aching all night, all thanks to my vibrator which had come to the rescue, and I had felt guilty for craving another man while being mated to Tristan. I felt heat pooling beneath me at the thought of how nasty my novels were. I'd write about

Sophia screamed in pleasure as he hammered her G-spot over and over, her pussy squirting around his cock for the first time. “Gonna cum inside you,” he growled, voice rough. “Fill me up!” she begged, clenching around him. “Breed my dirty little pussy!” Marcus roared and pumped rope after thick rope of hot cum deep into her spasming cunt, flooding her until it leaked out around his shaft. They collapsed together, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Marcus smirked, still buried inside her. “Next time you’re horny and reading that magazine… just knock on my door. I’ll give you the live show.”

💦Penthouse Possession💦 Marcus didn’t even wait for the elevator doors to close. The second we stepped inside, he pushed me against the mirrored wall, his hand sliding up my thigh and pushing two fingers back into my cum-filled pussy. I moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the small space as the elevator descended one floor. “You’re still dripping my cum,” he growled, curling his fingers deep. “Such a messy little slut.” I rocked against his hand, my dress still bunched around my waist. “I can’t stop leaking. You filled me so much on the rooftop.”

My tank top clung lightly to my skin from the warmth of the kitchen, and my linen shorts felt almost too short now that I knew he was somewhere in the villa. Julian Vale. The man whose erotic novels had kept millions of readers up at night. Reclusive. Brilliant and now, for the next six months, my sole employer. I had taken this job knowing exactly who he was. His previous Chefs only lasted three months and left without any explanation but I chose to interpret it as a personality conflict instead of a warning. Even though i had only spent 4 days in the mansion, I noticed he has a habit of appearing in the kitchen while I cooked,standing in the doorway and observing everything with his pierci

"He's very obedient." At least, she meant outside the bedroom. As for what happened behind closed doors, that was another matter entirely. Youthful vitality had a way of overwhelming restraint. While Bella and Nicholas openly flirted with each other, Max suddenly turned his head. His gaze landed directly on Adriana. "Do you have a boyfriend?" After a brief pause, he added, "Or a husband?" His stare was direct and burning, like a spark igniting without warning. His deep voice was rich and magnetic, carrying a sensual resonance that seemed to brush lightly against the ears and leave a lingering warmth behind.

His thick hands crashed into my butt cheeks, squeezing softly. “Ugh,” I whimpered, my chest rising and falling, one mind whispered ‘run’ but my feet remained rooted. The rain outside grew heavier, drumming against the glass like it approved, wind swaying in and out smoothly. Heat rushed through me as his lips took in my lower lip, sucking hardly on it, making my nipples tighten against the fabric of the sleeveless I wore underneath the sweatshirt. Williams groaned softly against my mouth. One hand slipped under the hem of the sweatshirt, his palm hot sliding back up to my bare waist, the skin under his palm had grown hot too as he rubbed my bare waist.