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Veronica replied, she then turned to LJ "Stop glaring at me. It's not my fault you were stupid enough to believe I was really there." "You're disgusting," LJ commented, looking around at the naked bodies around them. "Ouch," Veronica murmured, the sound that of a wounded animal. Then, she cackled like the witch that she was, "Oh, darling. Next time, please tell me something I didn't already know." "Veronica, you better not have hurt any of these humans," Haneul said, bending down to check out the pupils of one of the humans on the floor.

Veronica’s voice called from the fitting room. Slowly, I stepped inside, my eyes locked on Veronica's reflection in the mirror. Her skin glowed with a rosy flush, accentuating the curves of her breasts and hips. The soft blue lace contrasted perfectly with her honey-blonde hair, making her appear ethereal and mysterious. "Very nice," I murmured, my heart pounding in my chest. The fit was perfect, the lace hugging her body like a second skin, the fabric clinging to every curve and indentation. It was indeed a very sexy outfit.

“I stared at the girl who enticed me deeply. Though her clothes were wet because of the water that dripped from the clay pot on her head, she looked so beautiful. She resembles my dear late Nana, of whom I first saw the beauty of a black woman. She looked like a black angel. She had a portion of her plaited hair bound by a red ribbon, while the rest, fell about her arms, and even reached her waist. I have never seen a black woman with such an abundance of fine hair in my lifetime. She walked like a cat. I admire her more than any damsel I have ever seen. As fate happens, she turned around, and stared back at me. Our eyes met, her hazel-coloured eyes left me entranced, so I fell. Her pot of

The slightest shiver traveled down her spine, betraying her attempt at composure. Vera shifted subtly, her thighs brushing together nervously, her eyes darting away and then back, revealing both defiance and a flicker of want. She must have felt it, the weight of my gaze on her. She seemed delicate, adored, and intoxicating. Just seeing her nude gave me butterflies. She was even prettier than I’d imagined and far more beautiful than any woman I’d ever been with. Utterly stunning, effortlessly alluring, and breathtaking in a way that didn’t need trying. I found myself wondering, almost in disbelief, why my nephew would ever cheat on her when she looked like this. Indeed, men can be painfully

Veronica I pulled his belt apart and undid the top button of his jeans. His hands covered mine, but he didn't stop me. "That's what you want?" He leaned down, his face an inch from mine. "You want a good, hard fuck? You miss my cock inside you?" He spun me around, bending me forward and slapping my hands hard on the altar. "Keep them there. Don't fucking move." I gasped as he undid my shorts and tore them and my panties down and off, then shoved my tank top up and pushed my bra beneath my breast, so that when he bent me all the way over, the cold stone of the altar made me shudder.

Barked and forced himself to turn. His naked form was something to behold. Throbbing muscles gleamed with a coat of sweat. Arms coiled like vipers. His legs toned to perfection... And what hung just below that tantalizing arrow of his V-line. It was enough to draw a shudder through my body. "What the fuck?" Nerezza hissed at him. She surveyed the broken door. Looked behind her at her mates rushing down the hallway. Milla was close on their heels. So was Conan. I swallowed and turned around to shake my head at the group.

Scorched by his gaze, I immediately looked away. Vernon cleared his throat, clearing the sudden air of awkwardness. “Should we take more photos?” He offered. I nodded. So down the murals, we walked; him in front of me while I was slowly tracing his steps from behind. So often we would stop for me to capture them on my camera. I took little steps in the narrow gutter as my eyes were traveling the paintings. The portrayal of the city shops in France had stopped. Next was just huge paintings of flowers in the backdrop of blue. All of a sudden, I was a little fly beneath its petals.

I heard Vera say and I rolled my eyes. The explicit pictures of him with that strange woman were still on my mind. In one of the pictures he was lying naked on top of a woman whose legs were wrapped around his waist and in another the woman who had a mask on was sitting on him and he was just lying there with his eyes closed. "Vera, how could he do that to me?" I asked after running the images in my head a couple of times.

………………………… With a wide smile, Lena strolled over to the bar. Her steps were light.....almost playful with a dangerous kind of happiness radiating off her. She reached out and ran her fingers across the collection of expensive wines, her nails lightly tapping the bottles as she searched. Then her hand paused. A dark crimson label caught her eye: “La Vengeance Noire.” She smirked. Perfect. Gently, she uncorked the bottle, the faint pop echoing in the quiet room. With the same grin still painted on her lips, she poured the wine slowly into a crystal glass, watching the rich red swirl inside.

She jumped up off the bed by accident or purpose pushing her lover to the ground next to the bed, so I couldn't see him. "WELL WHAT DID I TELL YOU SLUT?" I demanded again. "Don't fuck outsiders Josh. No outsiders in the house. But I didn't... not really." she pleaded. "Well who the fuck is that hiding behind the bed?" I walked over to see who it was prepared to grab him and toss him out of the house as he was. I reached the side of the bed and moved Tina aside. "Vera is that you?" I asked, stunned. She turned and looked at me her face red. Her body was naked and completely beautiful, her skin was light tan in colour and her breasts pert. Her nipples were brown in colour and cherry sized with