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The extended family dinner at the sprawling suburban house in suburban Chicago was hitting its fourth hour. Thanksgiving leftovers were being reheated, football highlights blared from the living-room TV, kids chased each other through the hallway, and the adults were deep into their third round of wine and stories about “the old days.” The dining table was still crowded with half-empty casserole dishes, cranberry sauce stains, and crumpled napkins.

He thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, making my orgasm build embarrassingly quick. Gavin thrusts a little faster, leaning over to whisper. "Do you like that babygirl?" I bite my lip and nod my head slowly. He smiles, and whispers. "Do you want to cum on my fingers babygirl? Let me taste you!" A soft moan escapes my lips and I close my eyes, nodding my head. He thrusts a little faster, pressing hard on my clit and my eyes fly open. Oh fuck. I'm going to cum, on the couch, watching a scary movie, with my brother's dad's fingers inside me. The worst part, I am loving everything he is making me feel right now.

Every time I thought I was at my limit, Kade would whisper something cruel in my ear, or Brian would deliver a spank that reignited the fire in my blood, and I’d find a second wind. By mid-afternoon, I was lying splayed out on the rug, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I was covered in a film of their cum, my skin tacky and smelling of musk. The sheer stockings were torn, and the maid’s apron was hanging by a single string. Kade walked over and stood between my spread legs, looking down at me like I was something he’d found on the bottom of his shoe. "You're holding up better than I thought," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But we’re only halfway through day three. Brian and Ken have som

"Simple. Old school. Unless the good girl is too scared." My chest tightens. Good girl. The words taste like a challenge. "I'm not scared of you two," I say, lifting my chin. "Pour another round and let’s do it." Mike smiles, a flash of white teeth in the dim light. He fills our glasses, and the game begins innocently enough. For the first twenty minutes, it is just stupid laughs. Mike admits to an embarrassing story from college. Kael chooses dare and drinks a straight shot of hot sauce from the kitchen. I choose truth and talk about my worst first date. It feels normal. It feels like the friendship we’ve always had.

Billie. The dream came again. Flames roared around me, devouring everything. “Run, baby! Don’t look back! Find Marley! Run!”My mother’s voice cut through the chaos. But this time the fire didn’t burn. It transformed. The raging orange flames shimmered, hardened, and exploded into thousands of glittering diamonds. They cascaded over my skin like liquid stars in a cool and tingling sensation. Every diamond that touched me sent waves of strange, delicious pleasure through my body. My skin felt hypersensitive. I gasped, arching as the glittering stones kissed my neck, my breasts, between my thighs…

He stared between my thighs for a long second, then dragged his gaze back up. “I read the new story you submitted last night,” he said, voice low and tight. “The one about the girl who sucks off her professor in his office while the rest of the building is still full of people.” My cunt clenched. “Did you like it?” “I jerked off to it at two in the morning with my wife asleep three feet away.” He stepped between my knees, forced them wider with his hands. “You’re a filthy little cunt, you know that?” “Yes, Professor.”

He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust. Thunder erupted outside, clashing with the storm of lust brewing in those eyes. I tried to sit up, to slide back, but it made me rub my legs instead as he was so close. Rubbing my legs made my cum drip out of my cunt. I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly.

WARNING‼️ THIS STORY IS A PARANORMAL STORY 🔞 Chapter 1 My skin felt sticky from sweat as I peeled off my damp shirt and stepped closer to the tall antique mirror I had dragged out of the closet earlier. I wiped sweat from my neck and stared at my reflection, for a second everything matched. Then my reflection smiled a heartbeat after I did. My pulse jumped. I blinked hard and shook my head I was just tired that was all. I turned away to grab a towel but something made me glance back. My reflection stared at me, eyes darker, lips parted.

HA! You only get one life. Follow your dreams. NEVER APOLOGIZE for setting a goal and coming up with a plan to achieve it. I will help you. I promise. If I’ve learned anything in life, it’s that we only get one. Life is short. And no matter how hard you try to soak in each day, today is the only day that’s promised. Yesterday is for memories and learning. And tomorrow is never promised. Don’t live in fear, sweet girls. Fear is a liar that will steal your joy. So live each day with love for others, love for yourself, and faith in something bigger than yourself.

"How did I know? Of course, I was so close to you but I didn't feel any air coming from your notrils, that's why! Haha" This guy is amazing. He sure notices even small details. When all was quiet, my stomach suddenly growled. How embarrasing. "Ohh tummy, we are near the gasoline station. Just one more block. There's a bakery near there to grab rolls and coffee." He said while touching my tummy. I felt some weird sensation with his touch. Again, we are not werewolves but still there is that sort of magical spark that they talk of when a mate touches you.