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He mutters bitterly as an explanation to my reaction . " How ? " I asked once again , filled with wonder . How could I feel what he was feeling ? " A bite isn't a mark but it's still a connection . It only holds a slight power compared to the real one and it fades unlike the prior . " He explains . In a moment , I could feel his sadness , frustration , anger , worry and most of all .. love . " Stop . " I mumble , lookin away . I couldn't handle so many of his emotions all at once . Is this how he was feeling this whole time ?

Gab whimpered as he felt his own shaft hardening again and his second release coming. Maze's hand traveled down his chest and kneaded both of his hardened nipples as he thrust in and out of him. His speed did not even falter, causing Gab go moan erotically. Maze felt Gab tightened indicating that he's already near to his second release. He can also feel something building on his stomach and his thrusts became sloppy. He pushed Gab further on the tiled wall causing him to yelp. "F-" Gab had to bite his lips as his eyes rolled from the back of his head and he came for the second time. Hard. He rested his head on Maze's shoulder as Maze helped him ride his orgasm.

I said sarcastically. " Everything will work out Trina ...you'll see, "she said. Changing into shorts and a loose shirt pulling my hair up I head to the kitchen to make something to eat. After that I checked some more emails I decided to do a quick video I run upstairs to change into some peach-color joggers to match the long sleeve cropped sweatshirt. I set up my camera and the small light I stored in the magic bag along with some other things, an front of medium brown sofa chair with plain beige color walls.

Instead, I moved into a very small apartment in the southern part of the city. The place only had two rooms. The windowsill was narrow, and the kitchen was small. Compared to the Newman estate, it looked shabby, like a completely different world. However, on the first night I slept there, I slept more peacefully than I had in the past five years. The next day, I went to the hand clinic I had already scheduled. The doctor removed the brace and examined me again before finally telling me with regret that the old injury in my right wrist had been delayed for too long. Although the bones had healed, the nerve and tendon damage would be very difficult to fully reverse.

Just the truth, ugly and sharp as broken glass. Betrayal.

Something in his expression makes my heart race for no reason. “Teach you what?” I ask, my eyes shining, as I sit down in my chair. “How to use Excel!… what do you say?… tonight at my apartment at eight?” My heart tightens, my head spins, and of course, my brain screams a huge no. “Of course!” I answer without even thinking. “Perfect!… I’ll send you the instructions to your phone.” I roll my eyes at the glowing computer screen. The string of numbers overwhelms me, my breath catches. It’s incredible that I accepted such an invitation on my first day here.