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“We’ve been watching you two for weeks. Figured it was time we all stopped pretending.” The woman, beautiful, curvaceous, with long dark hair and confident eyes, stepped forward and kissed me first. Her lips were soft but demanding, her tongue sliding against mine as her hands cupped my breasts through my dress. “I’m Lena,” she whispered against my mouth. “And this is Alex. We’ve cum to the sound of you two almost as many times as you’ve cum to us.” Alex pulled Kale into a firm handshake that quickly turned into something more charged. The tension in the room was electric.

Inviting and urging him to ruin me, right there on the couch. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered. I didn’t. His mouth found mine—rougher than Cane’s ever was, tasting of scotch and pent-up everything. His hands roamed freely under my shirt, his calloused palms on my skin. I arched into him, “Hmm, yess.” I moaned straight into his ears as his fingers slipped beneath my shorts, finding me already wet. We didn’t make it to a bedroom. Right there on the couch, with Cane asleep two floors up, Zac pushed my shorts down, freed himself, and sank into me, slow—inch by thick inch—eyes locked on mine the whole time.

He leaned down, kissing sloppy, tongue invading. His pace quickened, cock swelling. "Here it comes, baby." Hot spurts filled me, overflowing. He collapsed on top, breathing heavy. We lay tangled, his dick softening inside., "Can't get enough of you." I stroked his back. "Me neither. Sneak over tomorrow?" Next day, Mom went shopping. Ryan cornered me in the laundry room. Door barely shut, he hiked my skirt, fingers in my panties. "No bra today? Naughty girl." He bent me over the dryer, cock out and hard.

#LoveSexRomance A/N: All my stories are not "EDITED VERSION" yet, so there are a lot of mistakes and typos like grammar and everything that is wrong when you read it...please be patient hehehe ty.

Three years ago, there were vacations, beach pictures, birthday dinners, hiking trails. Someone appeared beside him over and over again. He was tall with brown hair and an easy smile. He was in dozens of photos. I clicked one. It was an image of the man kissing Adrian’s cheek as they sat on the beach. The caption underneath read: “Couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.” I blinked. That didn’t seem innocent. Or a platonic relationship. Anger welled in me the longer I stared at the image. I swear, if Adrian had a boyfriend…

“Even though you have short legs and small hands.” “Thank you.” I said blushing, while he picked me up and took me to the nearest mirror. Now it is more natural for me to look at myself in a mirror, and even more so when the person behind me is Dr. Mark. “You look so beautiful.” He repeats once again in my ears. Now he licks this one a little, while I hold my hands on his hips, while I turn around, leaving my reflection behind. This time I kiss him, placing my hands on his chin while he lets me touch him. So my tongue and his come together as one. I don't believe in fairy tales, but I feel like a princess and he is a prince who loves me, and he tells me how beautiful I am. I feel like we are

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

She was doing accounts when she heard a knock on the door, that was strange because nobody was going to see her, so with surprise she went and opened the door, with surprise she saw that it was Hector's lover and told him: -Hector is not here. She answered: -It's not Hector I'm looking for. -Then what do you want? -To talk to you, may I come in? Renata opened the door more and she passed, Renata was very curious to know what he came to tell her, so he invited her to sit down and invited her a coffee, then she said:

The heat of him seeped through my skirt, a jolt that made my breath hitch, but I kept my eyes on the box, pretending focus. "These yours?" he asked, voice low, casual, but laced with that taunt I knew too well. "Yeah," I muttered, snapping the box shut, setting it on the coffee table cluttered with ribbons and cards. "David's idea of romance, stuff that sits in a drawer." My tone was sharp, but the champagne had softened it, and Damon caught it, his smirk flickering as he leaned back, arm draping along the couch back, fingers inches from my shoulder.