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he asked as the smell works in calming his nerves. Zoa smirked, "A new shampoo. I just had to give it a try." The young man could not help pulling her closer to him, "You should keep using it." She snuggles closer to him, "Okay, I will." His hands start to travel down her body and take in the shape of her perfect hourglass form. "Careful with those hands," Zoa chuckled. He stopped at her hips and give them a soft squeeze, "I'll try . . . but I can't promise anything."

He was a terrifying bulky man with ugly tattoos all over his arms and knife scars arrayed on the left side of his face. “Oh, I came here for a quickie with my girlfriend and then we saw you and the gang”. Ben tossed out the words offhandedly as he threw his hand over my shoulder and tucked me underneath his arm. There was a fuzzy tingling in my chest, which was probably my stupid romance-starved heart trying to latch onto this personal record-setting moment; the very first time in my entire life I was being addressed as someone's girlfriend, but I ignored the feeling. This wasn’t a big deal of any kind so there was no need to get psyched. He was just doing it to save me. I fought the rising

The group jeered, cheering, and encouraging on their leader. “I want your girl.” “Don’t touch her.” Yonghwa smirked and tilted his head, “Right! When she was the first one to lay her hand on my boys and me!” “We need to teach her a lesson, boss.” “See. The boys have spoken. I can’t disappoint them, can’t I? Like how I didn’t mislead you.” he berated. “I’m warning you. Don’t touch Hana.” “Oh, is that her name? Hana... Interesting.” Yonghwa bit his lips. “She’s absolutely an eye candy.”

Inside a luxurious room in the superyacht. Mo Yuhan was sitting on the couch with one of his legs folded above another. One of his hands held a wine glass swirling the scarlet wine inside occasionally while his gaze was focused on the screen of the phone in his other hand. The contact information of Tang Li was displayed along with the picture she had saved as the contact wallpaper. A hint of melancholy appeared in his azure eyes. He locked the phone and the screen turned pitch black, the picture disappearing from his view.

"Be grateful you got to hug me." "Excuse me? I should be grateful? Are you macho? You're handsome, but you're skinny!" Manuela retorted, rolling her eyes as she walked out, making Uno furrow his brow. "Did you just insult my body? Who's skinny?" Uno yelled, following her. "I'm not taking it back; it's true." Manuela smirked, only to be blocked by Uno. Her eyes widened as he took off his shirt, revealing his muscular physique, causing her to cover her eyes.

He knew what he was doing, how he was doing it, all the excitement he made with just one touch. The hand that had previously gripped the woman's waist rose slowly, designed to heighten desire. He ran his fingertips over the neckline of the dress, touching the skin lightly, causing it to sting. And when he reached her throat, the man tightened his fingers around the spot, making Lora tilt her head back.

The reflection of the festival disappeared, replaced by the image of a woman who looked exactly like Lyra, but with hair as white as the snow. The woman in the mirror wasn't in a cage. She was standing in a field of tall grass, holding a small child a baby Lyra. But what caught Lyra’s attention was the man standing behind her mother. He wasn't Lyra’s father. He was a tall man with silver tattoos that looked identical to the ones Rowan now carried. "That... that's an Enforcer," Lyra whispered, her heart racing.

He knew what he was doing, how he was doing it, all the excitement he made with just one touch. The hand that had previously gripped the woman's waist rose slowly, designed to heighten desire. He ran his fingertips over the neckline of the dress, touching the skin lightly, causing it to sting. And when he reached her throat, the man tightened his fingers around the spot, making Lora tilt her head back.

Mingchan was just staring at her boobs. Mukgu moved closer while she was seated and sat on his chest so that Mingchan could eat and play with her boobs. She was drowning Mingchan with her boobs. “Aahhh! Ugh, Mingchan! Why are you so great?” Mukgu was moaning and feeling so aroused. Mingchan was sucking her nipples and pressing her boobs. Mingchan kept on eating her boobs. Mukgu then grabbed his other hand. Mukgu was still wearing her skirt and panties. She inserted Mingchan’s two fingers on her panties.

He moaned again. “K-Keep you mouth open,” he whispered. When Celine slowly detached her lips, the tip of his manh**d touched her tongue. “F*ck, f*ck… I am…” Jeonghan groaned, moving his hand fast while his tip touched her tongue. A moment later, Celine’s mouth filled with his s*men. “Ahhhh, ahhh…” Jeonghan panted, his heart pounding like hummingbird’s flapping their wings.