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With each thrust he could feel her throat against the head of his penis, but he knew he could push deeper and determined he would as Cherry's excitement grew. Lucy worked her tongue over Cherry's clit, sliding between her pussy lips, pushing into her cunt, and lapping rapidly. When she was sure Cherry was well worked up, she lifted the vibrator and slid it into Cherry's anus. It slipped in easily, but Cherry still jerked away from the sudden intrusion. The sudden action pushed Michael's cock straight down Cherry's throat and he kept it there for several seconds before pulling out. Now Cherry knew that each thrust would be deeper than the last. Lucy turned the vibrator on, and began to twist

He just looked confused, a small, sad smile touching his lips. "Again??" he repeated. "Aubrey, I told you. My fans are intense. They’re digging up stupid things, making up stories to try and link me to some kind of scandal. It’s a common tactic to try and devalue a player’s brand. They want to find 'dirt,' and when they can't find it, they invent it. Such crazy fans." "I thought as much." She said. He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine. It wasn't the desperate, frantic kiss from the lounge; it was slow, possessive, and deep. He tasted like the wine and the night air, and for a moment, the archives and the warnings felt like a fever dream.

My chest still feels tight, but not from fear. God, I can’t wait to go home. Back to New York, where people only swing mopsticks in musicals. Back to binge-watching Confidential Family with Tessa, baking through the night, testing new recipes that probably won’t sell. But still — safe. Familiar. And then there's the quiet part of the fantasy. The one I didn’t realise had snuck its way in until now. I’d go to Liam’s home games. Sit in the stands with a sign that says something obnoxious like GO LIAM YOU SEXY TREE. Maybe bring cupcakes for the team.

yikes i dont like her. @tayloryourethemuse prob not my place to ask you to shut up but I'm still gonna be impolite and ask u to SHUT UP @cam-era both the camerizer fandom and the muser fandom are crazy. Hella fucking crazy. when the piping tea is gonna get served, a commotion is gonna be created. highkey cant wait. _________

I had almost stopped reading at the end of the sentence but something drew my eyes to the rest of his bio. I love to watch sports. I’m a big fan of football and baseball and I bleed blue for my Miami Bluejays! A short spout of elation shot up from my stomach and into my chest. Sports fan. Bluejays fan. At least that meant we would have something to talk about on the date. I had been on a few quiet dates and they were always awful to write about. Not that they ever went well, but silently and awkwardly looking down at your plate the whole time doesn’t exactly make for riveting blog material, even when the guy is a total train wreck—as they almost always were.

“If you go to visit him, could I come with you?” My jaw clenched, and I didn’t know how to respond. “You don’t want to come to Kansas,” I deadpanned. “There’s nothing there besides tornados and Chief’s fans.” He chuckled. “Red Nation, huh? Even their baseball team sucks.” “I’ve never followed them,” I confessed. Mack lifted a brow. “Explains why you picked the worst centerfielder in the league for my fantasy draft team.” I crinkled my nose. “How did that turn out, anyway?”

As usual, all the students are looking at us, mostly looking at Cream or the others, no one ever really looks at me or maybe I can't see it because I'm always looking at the floor but all of a sudden when Coco suddenly turns and says "Ah, Caramel!" I jump a little, Cream's hand being the only thing holding in me place as I say "Y-Yeah?" He's carrying up his phone "A fanfiction about us both is ranking number one in fanfic on W*****d!" A visible cringe shows on my face as I say "U-Us?" Chocolate turns around completely, now walking backwards as he says "Yep! Me and you! Yeah, yeah, I know I can't like kiss you or whatever but in this book, you really like sex! Which isn't a lie, you literally

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.

"Mr. Loud-Mouth-Striker is chucking a mental." "Mr. Loud-Mouth is dead right," I mumbled. Stefanie was the star batter in the team, with decent run scores from last season. But she thought it gave her the right to act like a total snob every minute of the day. She strutted around the field, mouthing off about how fantastic she was. She threw tantrums if any tiny things didn't go her way. I guessed she hated my guts as much as I hated hers. Now I was out of my league for good. I definitely wouldn't miss playing with Stefanie Jenkins.