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Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

He even sent a message, "These chicken legs are so fragrant, thumbs up!" After a while, he deliberately posted a plate of stir-fried shrimp and deep-fried spare ribs. Elric wrote, "Not only is this shrimp fragrant, but it also has a fresh sweetness, delicious!" He added, "First time trying spicy spare ribs, so tasty!" Lindsay commented, "I also love this shrimp dish, so flavorful!" Wendy said, "I love the spicy spare ribs, so fragrant." Leslie added, "I prefer the fried meat, it's more delicious than anything I’ve had before."

She pulled out her phone, opened Snapchat, and zoomed in on Harper’s sketchbook with the speed of a caffeinated raccoon. “What are you doing?!” “Fighting back,” Mia said with a grin, already uploading it. She captioned it: “When your art speaks louder than someone’s recycled lip gloss. ✏️👑 #realtalent #jealousylooksgoodonyou” Harper grabbed the phone. “You’re going to get us both murdered.” Mia leaned back, smug. “Good. Let her try.” Across the room, Jaxon watched it all go down.

He could just extend his tongue to pop a ripe grape into his mouth like Caesar, or kiss the soft soles of his mother's gorgeous delicate feet. 'Fun meals' were a play on words from that restaurant chain. Some might not like this, but I saw what I saw. Whether it was a burger, or cocktail shrimp, the dish rested on the softly rippling abs of his in-shape mother. What made them a 'fun meal' was that the condiments were, umm, on top of her feminine place entrance. Yes, he was dipping shrimp there and delighting in them. Some would find it incredibly off-putting but others (myself included) would find it absolutely riveting.

“I’m already soaked thinking about four thick cocks destroying me. Mason’s dick tastes so fucking good I want the rest of you down my throat next. I want to choke while Liam watches. I want you to call me your whore, your princess, your shared fucktoy. And when you’re done using my holes, I want you to paint my tits, my face, and my tongue with your hot loads.” Send. Another round of buzzes. I looked each of them in the eye, one by one. “So? You in, Daddies? Or are you going to let your friend’s girlfriend stay thirsty for cock all night?” Mason was the first to reply in the chat: Fuck yes. I’m going to wreck that pretty throat again. Noah: This is insane… but I’m so hard it hurts. Count me

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My pussy clenched involuntarily as I stared, a rush of heat flooding through me. Goodness, these were filthy. They made me wet just looking, imagining myself in those positions, exposed and wanted like that. “These are… intense,” I said, my breath catching as I raised my camera to test a shot. “The way you capture that raw need, that obsession. It’s disturbing but I can’t look away.” Damien stepped closer behind me, so close I could feel the heat from his body against my back. “Exactly. That’s the point. Art should make you uncomfortable,” he said, voice calm like he was talking about something normal.

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Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Riven growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Skyler, the girl who stutters through small talk, who hides behind oversized hoodies and thick glasses because words always tangle in my throat when real people are around. It’s unbearable. But, after reading what’s on the cover of this book, I feel my hope starting to rise because this book promises to fix my problem. “Ancient incantations for confidence and connection.” The cover said. I’ve never actually been a fan of occult, but I may as well try, just this once. There are lots of people I’d like to talk to…. I want to be able to talk to the cute barista without my face burning up. Or maybe… more. I want to stand up to Selena and her minions.