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Cassandra took the hand and shook it lightly. “I believe there are so much things we need to discuss and why not go somewhere more comfortable.” Cassandra put a friendly smile and nodded, she had a feeling he was trustworthy. Christopher glances at Steve and his friend. “I don’t want to request a restriction order on you so please go home and behave Steve.” “But Uncle…” ‘Uncle?’ Cassandra looked away and she met Shiloh's eyes. Shiloh is fascinated with the big sister she just met. “I am so ashamed to have a nephew who was an idiot like you. Go home for now.”

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Her voice was expressionless, but the overwhelming confidence in it can't help making me feel some ways. "Please... I can't hold it a...anymore" I moaned. My mind told me I was embarrassing myself, and my dignity was crumbling, but I wasn't even reasoning in the first place, so how could I care about dignity and embarrassment? My whole body was getting more and more sweet and aroused, and I felt if nothing was done, I would run mad. "You are getting impatient, aren't you?" she said, and I couldn't help but take in a shaky breath. "Where are you" she asked. "In my hotel room," I replied. "What are you doing?" she asked again. "Am in a bathtub" I replied. "Naked," she asked, and my cock throbb

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After that I walked into the lecture hall about ten minutes late for classes. Instead of the calm I expected to see, the entire hall was louder than normal. The professor hadn't arrived yet. The girls were clustered in groups and whispering fast with soft giggles. Guys leaned over desks with their phones out, showing each other something. “Did you see him yet?” one girl asked her friend. “They say he’s from the UK." Her friend squealed a reply. "He's so hot. And I heard he wrote like three books on advanced dynamics.”

Emboldened I reached round and undid her bra, pulling the cups down to reveal her young tits. And what wonderful tits they were; soft, smooth and pert as they stood there without the support of the bra. Eagerly I returned to my sucking and licking and she moaned louder at the touch of my mouth and tongue on her bare young tits. Still touching and kissing her tits, I eased myself down so I was kneeling, and carefully moved between her legs, gently forcing her legs apart as I moved closer so she didn't notice in her excitement.

But craving. The rhythm was merciless. He pushed her to the edge and dragged her back again and again until she didn’t know where her body ended and his began. His hand gripped her throat—not to choke, but to anchor her. His voice, low and ragged, whispered things she never thought she’d want to hear. “Look at you,” he said as he removed the blindfold. “All that fire, and here you are, begging.” “I’m not—” “You are.” He thrust deeper. “And it’s beautiful.”

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CYPRIAN I stood near the bookshelf inside my father’s study, staring blindly at the rug on the floor. My right cheek still stung from where Sylvia had slapped me, and my lip burned where I had bitten the inside of my mouth. I couldn't get her words out of my head. She was a peasant girl, a concubine, a weak wolf who owned nothing, yet she had dared to throw a first-aid kit at my chest and threaten her own life right to my face.