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The Story of Russell and Samantha: NOTE, THIS EPISODE IS TAKEN FROM 'NOT YOUR AVERAGE GEEK', A STORY BY THE SAME AUTHOR CURRENTLY LEFT ON-HOLD. ***** I woke up drenched in sweat. It's almost November, yet California weather is as always; unpredictable.

She said, yawning tiredly. It was a Saturday and she had went for some practicals early in the morning and she had only came back some minutes ago, tiredly and falling to the bed. It was late, I guess. It was night, 8 pm, not that late. By now, every students had retired to their room. Anita was also in bed not sleeping, but reading. She was more of a little nerd, tho I am one too but she seemed to be reading every moment. I need some fresh air, I'm bored and not sleepy.

“You’re fucking insatiable.” “Yes baby,” Lena said, with her smile on her face. “Now spread your slutty pussy on the bed for me,” Ryan growled. Lena shifted, then lowered herself carefully onto her back, settling flat against the bed. She slowly parted her legs wide, offering Ryan an unobstructed view of her exposed pussy. Ryan smirked, a dark glint in his eyes. Without hesitation, he lowered himself onto the bed, positioning his face directly over her pussy. His breath warmed her skin as he pressed closer, ready to explore every inch.

Dedication For the insecure ones who can’t take a leap of faith To the friend-zoned souls, wishing, praying, hoping To best of friends harboring unsatisfied carnal desires For romantic readers who fancy the thrill of intimacy, expressed, displayed, and told of in ecstatic rawness A life to you, a story to them, and a memory to keep. This one is for you. Enjoy, feel and live this moment in fullness. *** Millie groaned and rubbed the vibrator softly over her wet core under the sheets, sending ecstatic electric shivers all over her body. She pushed back the sadness and guilt at the back of her head and just focused on the sensation the toy was giving to her pussy.

Bisola said to her inner conscience. Bisola finally close her eyes, she wants to forget about Handsome Stranger episode. Like magic the trick work for her as she expected, her hunger calls once again, Bisola decides to eat a Burger and a soft drinks, she pays from pocket, and begins to eat the snacks. With nothing else to do, Bisola begins to surf the web, fortunately she comes across lot of information about the goods in the Supermarket. Bisola keep eating, the same time she read all the information on her phone.

he murmured against her skin. His mouth continued its downward journey, placing open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. Mia's head fell back against the glass window, her breath coming faster as he moved lower. When his lips closed around one sensitive nipple, she gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders. Her eyes fluttered open briefly, taking in the view from the window. Across the gap, her own hotel room window was visible, dark now. Other windows in surrounding buildings glowed with distant lights. The thought that someone might see them, might be watching as Alex's mouth worked at her breast, sent a fresh surge of heat between her legs.

Lena's heart raced as she realized the night was about to get much filthier. The first two new guys arrived in under ten minutes. They walked in and stopped dead at the sight of the naked, cum soaked woman on the floor. "Holy shit," one of them said, already pulling his shorts down. "You guys were not lying." Lena smiled weakly and spread her legs wider. "Come use me. All of you."

” I have to flip my phone screen-down and fan myself with the order pad, pretending it’s just the sun coming through the windows, while my pulse thuds between my legs and my nipples go tight under my thin work shirt. Tuesday, the big overseas shipment shows up—six heavy crates of those fat, fragrant lilies that turn the whole back room into a steamy greenhouse the second I pop the lids. I’m on my knees sweating, droplets running between my breasts and soaking my jeans, when my phone vibrates against my thigh. ‘Can’t stop picturing my cock in your pussy, begging me to fuck you harder.’ My breath catches so hard I nearly drop the lid. I text back with shaky thumbs ‘See you tonight. I’ll be wai

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Thirteen Months Ago-JANUARY 11th, 2025 The cemetery in Daisy Field was a graveyard of repressed desires, shielded by a sea of black umbrellas and the heavy Florida humidity. Bethany Evers stood at the grave's edge, her hips swaying with a grace that suggested she was mourning a lover rather than a priest. She daintily dabbed at her eyes as Sister Patrice wailed a hymn, but her focus was elsewhere. She adjusted her push-up bra, hoisting her generous breasts upward the moment she caught her ex-boyfriend Rupert looking. She wanted everyone to know that while the holy Father was dead, the town harlot was very much alive.