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My laptop pinged what felt like hours later. "You're not simply beautiful, Miss Lane, you're beguiling. Your eyes don't shine like the moon, you look at me and It feels like I've been shot through the head and brought back to life in the space of a second. You're a force more powerful than gravity, stronger than Icarus' attraction to the sun, and I am but a mere mortal who could never resist your pull even if I wanted."

Including her best friend who loves to take a lot of pictures when chance has given her the opportunity. Erikka squealed quietly. She's romanticizing the fact that Ara had been with dangerous people and that her family might be in big trouble. "Oh, gosh, Ara! Don't you know it's every girl's dream to be chosen by a hot, mysterious, dangerous tall guy?"

Chapter 84 "W-What are you doing? S-Stop..." I said weakly as I was already holding him on his wrists to stop him from caressing my thighs but because he was stronger than me and I am already getting weaker from his warm touch, I could not control his hand to already stop moving up near my sensitive area. "F-Franco..." I called him again as his hands got closer and closer to the middle part of my body as each second passed by. I do not know why my whole body just suddenly heats up so fast just because of his warm caresses.

She fucked herself hard while her other hand pinched and twisted her aching nipples, her brain replaying the feel of marcus strong hands on her breasts from the slip earlier, his powerful body pressing against her. His image in her mind pushed her over the edge. She came hard, biting her lip to stay quiet, her body shaking with the first real orgasm she’d had in years. The guilt hit immediately afterward, but the pleasure lingered, leaving her breathless and shocked at how vivid the fantasy had been. The fire instead of being quenched, was highly ignited…Tamara wanted more…..wanted those strong hands to grip her boobs tightly……she wanted him to dominate her. The principal's wife slutty Era j

Stefan groaned, his body tensed, his hips were thrusting up, moving with her hand. "Ah, I will never forget my words. How many plans are there in your head right now?...Ah...Yes ... Faster ... Ohhh" Stefan moaned when her hand moved faster as he ordered. Wirata had never touched any man before. She didn't even pay attention to sex. But being grown up in America, she couldn't be so naive, there were a lot of knowledge sources to learn from. Her heart was pounding inside her chest, pretending to be brave to touch a man's private part like this. But Wirata had learned that to be able to fight equally with this crafty man, she had to use everything in her sleeves, every trick, and trap that she

Her hands moved down to my waist, pulling me closer as she arched her back, inviting me to explore further. I traced my fingers along the curve of her hip, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my touch. I could feel her heartbeat quicken, her breath coming in short gasps as she surrendered herself to the passion that burned between us. "I think she's gone," but I couldn't care, I fucking want her again. I took a step closer, my body drawn to hers like a magnet. The heat between us was palpable, igniting a fire deep within me. I reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair away from her face, my fingers lingering on her soft skin.

The kickass look in her eyes makes my dick hard. The burn of desire is gone and now she burns with hatred. And all that hatred centers on me. I know exactly where she gets her temper. Fox was like that too. Hot and cold. Warm never worked into the equation for him. I guess I'm convinced she's who she says she is. Why the hell would a Hispanic woman show up at this club? There's not exactly a welcome mat out front for anyone with dark skin. Claiming to be his daughter is too crazy not to be true.

Dax The kickass look in her eyes makes my dick hard. The burn of desire is gone and now she burns with hatred. And all that hatred centers on me. I know exactly where she gets her temper. Fox was like that too. Hot and cold. Warm never worked into the equation for him. I guess I’m convinced she’s who she says she is. Why the hell would a Hispanic woman show up at this club? There’s not exactly a welcome mat out front for anyone with dark skin. Claiming to be his daughter is too crazy not to be true.

He bit down gently, a sharp nip that made her toes curl, and then he whispered directly into her ear, his breath hot and demanding. "Cum for me, babe." It was a command, not a request. Liora’s body reacted as if it had been waiting for that exact trigger. The tension that had been building since he first touched her feet snapped. She arched her back, her entire frame shaking as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, her muscles clamping tight around his fingers, pulsing in rhythmic waves of pleasure. She came hard, the intensity of it leaving her breathless and dizzy, her vision blurring as she collapsed back into the cushions.

She turned to her friends. "Girl, you look dope!" It was Tara John. Short for Omotara John. The sexiest super bikini model and actress in the city. Tara was twenty two years old. More like the youngest among her group of friends but the one with the smartest tongue and biggest gut. Tara was fearless and the kind of model who loves to live her life as she deems fit without looking at snide comments from haters.