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"That's great. How close were you able to get this time?" Curling her fingers into a loose fist, Ashlyn pulled back and looked to Lana. The edge of the waters reach. I could feel my shoes sinking into the damp sand, and the water would occasionally come up far enough to kiss the tips of my trainers, but my feet wouldn't move any further. With a sigh, Ashlyn leaned back against the sofa. I wanted to go further. I could hear him out there, calling out to me to come to him, but my feet were stuck. It was like something was holding me back, but I don't know what.

CONTENT: Solo masturbation, cumming, squirting, licking, boobs, wet, teasing. CHAPTER 1 It was a beautiful fall day. Unseasonably cool at 35 degrees, but perfect for the chore that awaited me. The local Salvation Army had put out a most needed list in the paper, and I knew we had a lot of those things collecting dust in the attic. Also, in three days, the city workers would be in our neighborhood for the fall pick up. They would come by in their big trucks and collect just about anything you put on the curb and haul it to the landfill. I had been putting off cleaning out the attic for about 3 years now.

It’s a slow and arduous journey and I greatly dislike feeling so wet and disgusting, but I am glad I am wearing boots, or I might loose my nerve at the things I feel pass my leg. ‘It’s just a little snake or two,’ Aspen says in a mostly calm tone. ‘I know it isn’t something that little,’ I groan. My mind goes to the old myths and fairy stories. I try to remember stories about far eastern swamp beings. Supernaturals from the jungles, anything that doesn’t lead to the two worst things that come to mind. “I don’t know why we are one of the worst things that comes to mind,” two women say as they rise from the water in front of me, entirely unclothed.

"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.

A lockdown? After carefully and safely weaving through corridors, the two men finally made it back to the familiar canteen. Anderson looked around and discovered the place was a mess. The sprinkler systems were still on and the place was flooded. The water was at the level of their ankles. There were scorch marks everywhere. Obviously they had tried to burn the place down. Anderson wondered what would have been the next step had they been successful in doing so? Especially considering she had the place on lockdown.

The salt-kissed wind whipped through Lila’s hair as she stood on the wooden deck of the beach house, the sound of crashing waves filling her soul like a long-awaited symphony. After months of soul-crushing deadlines, toxic meetings, and a breakup that still stung like salt in a fresh wound, this was supposed to be her escape. Seven days of solitude, bare feet in the sand, and silence broken only by the ocean’s eternal roar.

If either one of us crosses the line, there’s no going back. “If you really don’t want this, then why did you let me climb your bed?” she asks. She has a point. I can’t get her out of my mind. Maybe if I have a little taste, I can get her out of my system. This is wrong. Immoral. Wicked. Downright sick. Rain splatters down outside. Through the windows, the outside world isn’t even visible because of the heavy rain. It feels like we’re in our own bubble in the universe. Nothing can touch us. Nobody can see us.

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.

Reid groaned, fingers tangling in her wet hair as she sucked him deep, rain drumming on the tin roof. He hauled her up, spun her around, and fucked her against the rough wooden wall. Her shirt was shoved up, bra pushed down, tits bouncing with every thrust. His hand slipped between her legs, rubbing her clit until she came shaking, then he followed, filling her again while thunder cracked overhead.