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Soon, his hand pointed at them, asking, "Are those the boring book, Uncle?" I couldn't help but chuckle, hearing that. "Yes, those are boring books." He shuddered and decided to stop looking. "I don't want to read that." I snickered, which surely, made Ruby confused. She just returned and his son and me talked about something only two of us understand. "What is it? Why are you laughing?" She threw the questions at me, her brows furrowing. "He checked one of these books." I nudged with my chin toward the nearest book. "And he commented that our book was boring because there was no images in it."

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim

Sweet Pea Guun felt funny, couldn't help but tease: "What are you doing squatting at the door?" Brene Brian, who dared to tell the truth, opened his mouth and replied: "Read the book." In Sweet Pea Guun's eyes, Brene Brian was originally a very strange person, so he still had no doubt, and honestly praised a sentence: "Pretty good, nowadays young people rarely read books, you have very good habit." Brene Brian hesitantly lowered her head, silently decided not to work tonight, read books two hours first and then calculate later. "That's right," Sweet Pea Guun remembered the matter, "Can I borrow your shower gel? I don't bring it, I'm going to buy it after I shower."

Piper I decided I didn’t want to ruin the residual happiness of spending the weekend with Henry by calling my father back on Monday, so instead, I cleared a space on my floor, put one of my books in front of me, set a timer, and put myself into a plank. I realized that, unlike my mate, I can’t use distraction to get me through this. I’ve just about decided that I can’t do anymore when there’s a knock at my door. “Come in!” I yell.

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I even traced a circle on my panty and cut it, boring a hole in the middle of it right through my pussy. I was already in my sleep when touches toward my body woke me up, there were ten hands going through my body at least. “Fuck! Her underwear has a huge hole.” It was Marhenry, the youngest of them all, he’s 35 and has a son my age and a daughter younger than me. “I should fuck her first. The younger one should be the first.” He joked then they all laughed. He didn’t remove my underwear. The hole was perfectly cut right to my pussy that his tongue went inside the moment he flicked it in.

These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity. Luna compiled these stories into a book titled "Voices of Seoul," a testament to the diverse voices that make up the vibrant tapestry of the city. Through the publication of the book, Luna aimed to not only give a voice to those whose stories often go unheard but also to provide a platform for readers around the world to connect with the people of Seoul on a deeply personal level.

Suddenly all went black. Nate, Ian, and Zaki's stories are Completed titled It's Just I Love You. Boy x Boy, intense, hotter, bondage, rape, and kinkier than this, if you are not into that stuff, sorry. That is, the story of the three of them is COMPLETED, but he is Boy X Boy, meaning Man to Man. You will get to know Zaki better in that story and find out how much he loves Ian and how much he loves you, argh just kidding haha. Waaaah. 👇 >

It transforms the adventure through my collection into something truly extraordinary! ASIN: B0DQ81GWJC ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to my talented art designer, Rebekah, for the stunning digital paintings, that you can find on my P*******t page just by searching Unusualdee, and the beautiful book cover. A special thanks goes to Light and Gem for their invaluable feedback as my Beta readers. I also deeply appreciate all the other wonderful members of the SBAR (Smut Book Avid Reader) club for their unwavering support throughout the journey of compiling these smut stories. Your encouragement means the world to me.

Because inside— God. Wasn't just her sketchbook. Fair. There were dozens of things. Reasonable honestly. Dozens. God. Hair clips. Fair. Toys. Reasonable. Books. God. Shells. Fair. Spoons. Reasonable honestly. An entire collection. God. Peanut's Collection. Fair. Version 2. Reasonable. The upgraded edition. God. Then Lily spotted her sketchbook. Fair. Perfectly safe. Reasonable. Completely untouched.