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he was rubbing circles into her back now, gently almost caressing. "O-okay," She wheezed, it was sure getting better. The heat of the burn had simmered into warmth that soothed through the pain in her stomach. "Just keep breathin' and breathin' and breathin' and breathin'. Keep on breathin' " Leigh gaped in disbelief. Willis Reeler, reputable bad boy of Saints Academy was singing Ariana Grande's Breathin' to her while he rubbed circles into her back. Laughter bubbled up from her throat and tumbled out of her lips.

The nurse moves the rod, pressing it briefly against my clit. The sound I make isn’t human. “Remarkable.” The doctor steps closer. “Now let’s try heat.” The nurse disappears and returns with a different implement – a wand, slightly warm to the touch. “Heated massage device,” she explains. “Therapeutic temperature.” She presses it against the same path – my thigh, my outer lips, and finally... My clit. The warmth spreads through me like honey. After the shock of the cold, the heat is almost unbearably soothing. My muscles relax. My body opens.

“That’s the last thing I need. A hot therapist judging me while I tell him all the ways I’m messed up.” “Or maybe,” Mia said slyly, “that’s exactly what you need.” I groaned, but when she handed me her phone, my eyes fell on his profile. Dr. Zayn Steele. Sex Therapist. The picture showed a man in his early thirties with sharp features, messy dark hair, and a piercing glinting on his lip. His tattoos crawled up his forearms in the photo, half-hidden by his rolled-up sleeves. Something about him made my stomach flip.

"Don't fight it, Camille. You can't anyway. Just let it happen." “Please don't touch me…I belong to Julien alone,” I said with a sob. Theo laughed cruelly. “Did he tell you that his dick belonged to you alone?” The question rewinded my mind back to his cheating side. “See? No.” He said while tucking my hair behind my ear. “So let me show this beautiful body what it's missing. After all, it's going to be fifty fifty so you're not doing anything wrong.” Terror flooded through me. His mouth came down to mine but I turned my head away before our lips could make contact. He raised his head and chuckled.

Overheated, I removed the coat, revealing the home workout outfit underneath. Sweat had soaked the clothes, tracing every line of my body. More revealing than a bikini, the outfit emphasized my chest and hips. A hint of allure showed through the thin fabric, and on closer inspection, one could make out the dense, neat dark hair below. "That's it for today's therapy. Your son's condition is improving, but more practice is needed." I twisted on the mat, lifting my head to meet Mr. Hayes's gaze. My chest bounced with the motion.

She took it from him and sniffed it, "thank you very much", she said thanking him. Lucas Steele was an extraordinary man, the best friend you need at your corner and the worst enemy, you can ever have. He was a billionaire, Lucas Steele was stinkingly rich. They both sat in silence for a while until Claire slept off. When Claire woke up and the gentleman that had come to visit her had gone. The doctor came in to talk to her, "Mrs Thompson", and the doctor addressed her. "it's Claire Foy", Claire quickly corrected him, "I am divorced", Claire immediately added.

Wilona moved away from me and grabbed Praya’s hand swiftly, then pushed her to sit on the bed. “It’s easy. It's just like dancing in the club with a very hot guy,” Wilona positioned herself in front of Praya, “Luckily for you, Devyn is a really hot guy, so this shouldn’t be hard.” She winked. The hottest guy I've ever seen; I wanted to say. “A hot guy with an ass for a personality,” I said instead, eliciting a chuckle from Wilona. “I agree to that,” she said, initiating a sensuous dance. Holding Praya’s wide-eyed gaze, she moved gracefully, embodying seduction, “There’s no choreography. All you have to do is move like you’re the sexiest person.”

You'd know that by the way she constantly breaks down the money we spend and how we do it. I walk into my room and shut the door behind me. I'm not ready for any drama today. I walk into my bathroom and take a nice, cool shower. To wash all the public toilet germs off me. My mind runs back to Mason, and I slap my palm on the wall in annoyance. That donkey! I'd get him. I will. One way, or another. I was made to wash a public toilet because of him! And that headmaster is a big for nothing, narrow-minded adult.

Deniss fingers were just sliding in and out of her pussy while she still focused on the lecturer to avoid suspicion. Therena threw a glance at me again and I shot her a hard stare. The next thing, my phone pinged and I checked to see what it was. It was a message notification from Therena. "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? YOU LOOK SO FOCUSED GIRL" I smiled when I read the message and quickly replied. " N*****X OF COURSE, I AM WATCHING YOUR FRIEND KATHIE GET FUCKED BEFORE ME" I hesitated on sending the message then I erased it and sent "I AM WATCHING N*****X" then I tapped the send button and sent it to her.

He whispered softly in her ear, and she obeyed immediately. Anisha shivered slightly; her vision was becoming blurry; she was feeling hot inside; all her cells were unbelievably screaming for his touch; something was dripping down her pussy; and she knew she was already badly aroused for him. Her body followed his request instantly; she parted her thighs, giving him the dripping entrance to his Mercy. Thierry groaned slightly when the view of her pinky-dripping core came into view. She was looking sexy with that sweating face and those gray, blurry eyes of hers. He is so going to take her to heaven to go and meet her maker.