Ssethtzeentach Face Novels & Stories

I am with Zane. His thumb caresses my chin, pulling my face up to meet his eyes. I try to prepare myself but still, I am not ready for the storm behind the deep sets of his hazel eyes. I bite my lip and I see a tick in his square jaw right before he covers the distance between us.

Seth's voice was expressively chilling as he spoke in a lazy drawl; his charming blue eyes were still fixated on me, waiting for my response. “But Seth—” Bella looked up at him, disappointed at the sudden change in plans. “Again, if you two don’t—” I tried to intervene, as these plans didn’t sit well with Bella. Seth swiftly cut in before I could conclude, “We do,” he said. Seth’s hidden smile vanished as his face changed into a frown as he asked me, “Or you don’t want us to, Mrs. Thatcher?" “I do, I just…” I exhaled, staring at him this time. Why am I the one being attacked here?

the man said in an upper-crust English accent, his bright smile gleaming in the muted light. "Thank you for welcoming us to your tent, Sheikh," Rolf said as Gretchen stepped forward, dropping to her knees before him as he leaned back, parting his robes to reveal a huge, thick black cock which Gretchen wrapped a hand around, then leaned over and took into her mouth. "These are the ones you mentioned?" Sheikh Hakeem asked, nobody paying any attention to Gretchen sucking his cock, Zach noting that she had no trouble taking all of it into her mouth.