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He whispered in my ears and bit my earlobe gently. “Fine” I replied, wrapping my hands around his neck and he gently landed a kiss on my nape. I inhaled the intoxicating aroma of his Cologne while we smooch each other deeply and passionately. I'm sorry Julian but I can't resist anymore. “Ahh…” I let out a low moan . “Let's do it.”

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

They say first love doesn't work out. Rune Durvel had not believed the quote at first but when it happened to her, she felt it to her core. Rune lived with her grandmother. Her parents died early leaving no memories to her. She was an orphan. She grew up as a happy child, and fell in love with Harold Raymond. They were each other's first love. Everything was going well, until one day Rune's grandmother told her that she was destined to marry someone else and hence she should cut all ties with Harold. Rune at first protested, but then she had to agree. It was painful for her to break up with him, and it was hard for Harold to see her slip away from him as well.

With a deep breath, I turned the first page of the romance novel, eager to immerse myself in its tender tale. The story unfolded like a delicate dance, a waltz of whispered promises and stolen glances. Each word painted a vivid picture in my mind, transporting me to a realm where love bloomed like flowers in spring. With every chapter, I found myself drawn deeper into the lives of the characters, their emotions becoming entwined with my own.

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Her jumping made him startled as his eyes expand on her behavior ≤≥ Omar Shah Almeer, has entered his room which was dim, candles and full moon were the only things giving luminous to it, fragrance of the room wss so strong that it almost gave him headache as he isn't big fan of flowers, Even floor had red rose patels when he clearly told hi sister not to do these kind of things, rolling his eyes at his sister, Omar closed the door of his room, locking it when he turned to go to the bed, its when his eyes fall on the petite girl sitting on the bed His wife! His chest puffed up in happiness, as a small smile made its way on his lips His king sized bed had white silk sheet and white and red ro

They speculated that Dax and Caroline would inevitably get back together, leaving me as the unfortunate casualty of their story. There were those who lashed out at Caroline, calling her a fake and a liar, suggesting that her past actions had tainted her reputation beyond repair. The online world was a harsh judge, anyone would be judged anyway. The internet could be relentless, and the reality was everyone had an opinion about everyone's lives and the choices they made, something we had no control over.

Cas’s hand fisted in Damien’s hair, hips bucking. “Fuck, Damien… just like that.” Cas’s voice was wrecked. His free hand found mine, squeezing. “You see how he sucks me? So fucking good.” I couldn’t look away. Damien’s head bobbed, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down Cas’s thick length. I leaned in, kissing Cas deeply while Damien worked him. “You two look incredible together.” Cas broke the kiss with a gasp. “Get over here, Mari. On my face.” I straddled his mouth eagerly, facing Damien. Cas’s tongue dove into me instantly, lapping at the mess of cum inside. “Oh—Cas!”

ADRIAN I’d made a lot of regrettable mistakes in my twenty-seven years of existence. At the very top of that list was agreeing to be in a five-year relationship with someone who would end up being a liar and a cheater. But I was beginning to realize that wasn’t even my worst mistake— and that was saying something. My absolute worst mistake had to be hooking up with a random stranger I met in a club. And not just any random stranger, a stranger that turned out to be my student.

Together, they formed a circle of seduction, their scents—jasmine, musk, and lust—enveloping me. “Newcomer?” the brunette purred, stepping closer, her hand brushing my arm, sending shivers through me. I nodded, heart racing, my nipples hardening under the silk. “Let’s welcome her,” the blonde teased, guiding me to a plush chaise, the others closing in. The brunette kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring mine, while the redhead lifted my dress, her fingers tracing my thighs, slipping under my panties to rub my clit.