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Jake said, and Kyle let out the loudest fart most of the guys had heard in a while. “Fuck, Kyle!” one guy yelled. “Jake, air it out!” another protested. “That was awesome.” the guy next to Kyle gave him a high five. “Yeah, yeah,” Jake said with a chuckle and waving his hand infront of his face. “I meant does anyone have any problems with any of the potential pups?” Everyone there chuckled, and shook their heads. “They all seem pretty cool,” Dan said with a grin.

Pixie We went to the club after the recital to celebrate Jax. All the kids were there so it wasn’t as rowdy as it is when the adults party. And there are no skanks. Viper ordered pizza, chicken wings, chicken nuggets, and there were veggie trays. For dessert there was a variety of cupcakes, cookies and fruit for the kids to choose from. I like that they went all out to acknowledge Jax’s accomplishment. When we first got here I stepped back and watched how everyone congratulated Jax. The ones who saw the show were showing videos to the ones who didn’t. Jace, Kadance and Kassidy were bragging about how high Jax could jump and spin fast to anyone they saw. It was cute to watch.

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Jan's eyes closed for a moment as she gave herself over to the sensations, and when they opened again they were fixed on Jack. She grinned, and held up her hands. With her left she made an 'O' with thumb and forefinger, pushing her right forefinger into the 'O' in a parody of fucking, and nodding towards Patti, who was oblivious of the interchange as she gave herself over to eating Jan's pussy.

Nitro explained. Jake looked at Nitro and he wasn’t sure if he should laugh or not. Not even Rancid could have prepared him for these men. They were laid back, said what they thought and they really didn’t give a fuck what you thought of them. Words like house mouse and sweet butts weren’t things he was familiar with. “Fuck me,” Jake said. “She probably would, you ain’t ugly,” K-9 said, and another round of laughter erupted from the men.

Licking and sucking the nerve bundle down my slit around my entrance. He fucked me with his tongue, and I couldn’t get enough. Soon, I came all over his face, but he did not stop. He ate me through my sensitivity. He made me come two more times until I couldn't take anymore. "Please, Jake, no more,” I pleaded, shaking. My body was still grinding against his face. He looked at me, my juices glistening on his lips. “Your body is saying otherwise, Little fox. Your body is greedy," He said, licking his lips.

#ROAD_TO_ABUJA 💦🔞 #FINAL_CHAPTER 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀 🦀🦀🦀🦀 🦀🦀 #OMNISCIENT_POV Silence had dominated Jack's house and everywhere was peaceful and quiet until suddenly there was a loud thud and sounds of footsteps. Here in his living room, Jack and Julia kiss lustfully and wrestle as they remove their clothes savagely.. As they both head to the bedroom, they rough up the house slamming each other on the wall, both of them soon get n-ked as they get to the bedroom..

“Usually right when you’re convinced your life is boring.” “And then, on that same street I walked past every single day, Jake appeared.” I laughed softly at the memory, the kind of laugh that only comes from remembering something so old it has already become part of you. “He was a pug. Tiny. Ridiculously stupid-looking.” I smiled faintly out the window. “If someone walked past him, he wouldn’t even turn his head properly. He’d just sit there panting like ‘habah habah’ with his tongue hanging out.”

He turns around to face me, leaning one elbow on the doorframe, the light from the hallway outlining the sharp line of his jaw. "Oh no, that wouldn’t let you eavesdrop on people, right?" I say a little louder. My heart beats faster — from irritation or something else, I can’t quite tell. He stares at me for a moment, his jaw ticking once, and then one corner of his lips dips into a faint frown. With a small, amused shake of his head, he turns his gaze to Pookie, who is perched neatly on the stool, her little paws tucked beneath her as she stares back at him curiously.

“She’s hopped, skipped, danced, and crawled, though.” Jack’s smile widened and I lost the battle. “I approve,” he said. “Kid’s got pizazz.” Before I could reply, something nudged me from behind. I gasped, giving Jack an outraged look. He lifted both hands in the air. “Not me. Meet Mousse.” He tilted his head down to indicate a sleekly muscled brown and white pit bull at the end of a leash. “Like the dessert, not the animal.” He reached down to pet the dog. “Apparently, he’s forgotten his manners. Mousse, what did I tell you about greeting the ladies that way?”