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he murmured Chloe whimpered. She tried to keep quiet, but small sounds escaped anyway, sharp, needy breaths. The shower ran loudly overhead, but Mia could come down any second. Damien pumped his fingers slowly, curling them against the front wall of her pussy. His thumb stayed on her clit, rubbing steady pressure. “Come for me,” he ordered softly. “Right here. While she’s washing my come off her body from last night. Come on my fingers like the dirty girl who watches her cousin get fucked.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

com/LJmXpXrDoBq8FeHi5eBPPR ✨Judi le Romantique Plume vous aime✨

18+ only. Skip if you are not interested in reading an adult scene. This chapter contain a smut. Not advisable to read if you're not 18. Ava standpoint. I missed this. I missed you. Their eyes prowled all over my body. I saw their pupils darken. Lust garnished through their gazes. The air between us became stifling before our lips collided. In a flash, Ethan's hand meandered my body, sprinting through every curve of my body, embracing my flesh. I stumbled back on the wall and my hands automatically headed straight through his hair as he takes my breath away through his kiss.

So it was kind of strange to us when my girlfriend read the summary from a non-hentai online manga reader site. "Ka*ru is a 17-year-old virgin who has an SM fetish. He always dreams about an SM relationship with his childhood friend Na*a. One day, Ka*ru's mom decides to hide all his SM toys so he'll study for a change, by asking Nana to hide his toys. Na*a finds the leather one-piece that Ka*ru bought and tries it on, but she accidentally locks it and doesn't have the key!" We both knew what the SM meant. Sadism and Masochism. We both also wondered why this kind of manga is on that site. It's hentai, right?

“Room service, Jace speaking. Good evening, how may I help?” “Same order,” the client said coldly, a hint of boredom in his deep voice. “Send it up hot.” The line clicked dead after that, and despite serving more than once now, the coldness still felt unfamiliar to him. He wasn’t even polite enough to give a “thank you” or “please”. Jace sighed and pulled the latest ticket from the printer. A rare steak, sautéed mushrooms, and a bottle of 2018 Cabernet. The order was complicated, of course—except the man who ordered it.

Her slender fingers trembled ever so slightly. Pale blue smoke rose. It blurred her calm, beautiful face. She smoked slowly and stared at the indecent photos on the desk. Her thoughts drifted far back into the past. She was twenty-eight at the time. She was already Monhattan’s most sought-after mergers and acquisitions lawyer. A Vitale family port acquisition triggered a federal investigation. The first time Matteo sat across from her in her office, his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His eyes were razor-sharp.

—echoed endlessly in my mind, intertwined with the image of his tender kisses, Audrey's triumphant smile, and that Pomeranian devouring my hard work. On my way back, it started raining again. The heavy downpour finally drowned out my uncontrollable sobs. Meanwhile, on the system interface, the affection level remained pinned at a flat 5%—stagnant and completely unmoved.

I growled. I hated it when people made me do that. “Let’s try again. ” I got closer, hunching over her. “How do you taste, slut?” She took a deep breath and then opened her mouth to reply. “Good enough to eat. ”I smirked. It was going to be a fun day at work.

His hands were trembling at his sides. “You need to control your pheromones,” he gritted out. “Why?” She smirked. “Does it affect you?” “It does.” He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, only to snap them open when he realised his mistake. “You need to stop. You'll attract alphas —” “I know, and I'm ready for it. I'm an adult now, Uncle Hill. I don't think this talk is necessary.” “Christabel, you're eighteen as of today," he said it like a lifeline. Like reminding himself would make it easier to continue seeing her the way he had always seen her. “You're not —”