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Unice said, and I lifted Unice's thighs as my sperm dripped out of her pussy while my dick was still inside her. "I'll take care of that," I responded, picking up a tissue from the car. I took my dick from her pussy, and the sperm immediately spilled from her pussy; she touched the hem of her dress, and I cleaned the sperm from her pussy. "It's okay now," I murmured, and she stared at me and put on her underwear. "I'll just take time to rest, but what we did was unsafe, and Max saw us," Unice said, her face flushed as I scratched my head and smiled.

One that seeks for all the tease. A forbidden relationship that challenges how thick the blood really is compared to water. An all-for-the-benefits affair that questions to what extent are you willing to sacrifice for. An action-filled amour that roots to all the corners of the underground society. A match made in heaven for the most odd pair in the world. A love-hate flirtation that tries to deny all the undeniable attraction. A whole messy world of those who dwell and live for the same chaotic ground of politics. A story that will unravel secrets, relive pasts, and show how dirty and utterly pleasurable politics can be; because no matter how you will look at it...

The relief was immediate and physical, so clear it almost made her angry that no one had studied this place properly. She crouched down and touched the dirt with her fingers. It did not feel poisoned. Beneath the top layer of ash, grit, and broken waste, the soil was dense, dark, and strangely rich, like all the years of rot, food scraps, organic waste, and forgotten matter had sunk down and turned into something useful.

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There was a narrow linen chute door near the floorboards, meant for the laundry staff to drop dirty sheets down to the basement washing rooms. It was a tight squeeze, but my nineteen-year-old body was lean enough to slide through the steel opening. I grabbed my canvas backpack, squeezed my shoulders tight, and slid backward into the dark metal chute, letting myself drop straight down into the belly of the hospital. The fall was short, landing me on a massive pile of damp white towels inside the sterile, buzzing laundry basement. The air down here smelled of bleach and industrial soap, completely empty of any guards or doctors. I scrambled out of the linen bin, checking the pocket of my black

“Oh, well, good. Feel free to take any of the junk in the attic while you’re burglarizing the place.” Owen gets back up, brushes dog fur off his lap, and goes through the rear entrance and into the kitchen. I follow behind, heart racing a little faster than I expected. Quinn and two other women, who have to be Scarlet and Danielle, are sitting at the island counter. Quinn is nursing the newborn I saw with Archer, and a gorgeous blonde woman I’m guessing to be Scarlet is holding baby Violet, who I recognize right away by the shock of blonde hair on her little head. Cascades of blonde waves fall around Scarlet’s face, and even though she’s sitting, I can tell she was one of those lucky women w

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Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us, but none of us seemed to care. There was a certain thrill to it; the fact that we could get caught. We weren't doing anything illegal, but it sure felt like it. "You shouldn't be pleasured after your actions, yet here you are, enjoying it like a good little slut." I literally moaned. I'd thought dirty talk was overrated, but this… this right here was everything.

And I leaned forward and bit both of his hard nipple before licking the sweat from his chest while I kept bouncing. “I'm so close,” he groaned. “Me too,” I hissed. He slapped my ass softly. “Fill me up,” I told him. His eyes fixed in my face. “Breed this power bottom’s ass like you mean it. Shoot your cum deep in me because I want it leaking out of me—down my thighs and legs.” His eyes widened. I realized that he liked this dirty talk. It aroused him. But before I could continue, he flipped me back over and railed me even harder with an animalistic groan.

' She's close now, her hands toying with my belt. I let her go on. The wind is scented with pine and dirt, but all I can think about is her. She kneels on the soft earth, unzipping my pants slowly. My cock springs out, already half-hard with anticipation. It's engorged, veins bulging along the Dick , head shiny with a tiny droplet of pre-cum. Brooke's mouth waters, eyes fixed on it. 'I want this,' she murmurs. Her hand closes around the base, tightening.