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PUSSY PAYMENT: I BOUGHT SILENCE WITH MY CUM Chapter 1 Roman POV I hung around the circulation desk longer than I should have, watching the last few students pack up their stuff and head out the doors. My backpack was slung over one shoulder, and I pretended to be scrolling through a book on my phone to buy some time. Miss Felicia was right there behind the desk, standing tall with her usual straight posture, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she typed something into the computer.

Hiking and horny 🍆🍆💦💦💋 Chapter 1: Faking a cramp💦🫦 I’d driven out to the secluded state park for some fresh air and solitude or at least that’s what I told myself. In reality, I was craving something more thrilling…sex. I hadn't had sex for like two weeks now. I was wearing my favorite hiking outfit: tight black compression shorts that hugged my ass and thighs, a cropped white tank top that showed off my toned stomach, and a sports bra underneath. My long dark hair was tied in a high ponytail that swayed with each step.

Chapter 1 The bookstore smelled like fresh coffee and old paper, the way it always did on event nights. Elena Reyes stood at the front of the packed reading room, microphone in hand, watching twenty kids and their parents lean forward as she finished the last chapter of the bedtime story. Laughter rippled through the crowd. A little girl in the front row clapped so hard her pigtails bounced. Then her phone buzzed on the podium. Once. Twice. Three times. She ignored it until the applause died down. Only then did she glance at the screen.

We never got to see how they lived happily though, but the smile in the last scene after which the The End, flew or swivelled or zoomed in, made it obvious. Nisim did tell me later that The Thief was a short story and short stories ended that way! It was five pages long, much longer than the stories in the book Deuta had gifted me on my eleventh Birthday – Aesop’s Fables – the stories in this book were never more than two pages. And always with a moral at the end. The Thief didn’t have a moral – that was the best part though – I never liked memorizing morals. But the thing was, my brother was calling the longest story I had read till then, a short story! By then, though, I had some idea of a

Third Person's POV Silence took over the room as the two continue to stare at one another. The only thing they can hear is the sound of their own breathing as well as the loud pounding of their heart. The first one to blink is the lady in white before she closes her eyes for a brief second as she vanishes into thin air. Aimee's eyes widened in surprise as her body moves on its own, her hand stretches trying to reach the lady. A feeling of desperation took a hold of her heart as she frantically search around the room trying to find her.

She wanted to try something she'd never done before. She stretched her legs wide open, one hand resting on the floor to support her weight. Bernard finally opened his eyes and straightened his back at that point, and his eyes widened when he saw her. "M-Monette..." he exclaimed, stunned. She smiled seductively at him while tracing the sperm he had spurted on her hair. She pressed her two stains with his juice fingers together. "Watch me," she said seductively. And without taking her gaze away from him, she inserted her two semen-coated fingers into her wet pussy. And as his fingers entered her womanhood, she exclaimed and looked up. She began moaning as soon as she moved her fingers. Inside

Daniel grinned and they laughed. “ Which reminds me.” Sharon said, her face becoming serious. Reaching into her satchel,she pulled out a mini pamphlet and handed it to him. “ You need to check this out. I bought it on my way here.” Opening the front page, his eyes widened as he saw the headline : MAN KILLED BY WILD ANIMAL OUTSIDE UNIVERSITY GATE. Beneath the headline was a picture of a bloodied corpse. The man lay outstretched with his head twisted grotesquely . His shirt was torn and there was a bite mark on his neck. Similar to the one he saw on the previous victim.

I’m standing on the side of the road, with my pussy dripping my thick cum down my wet thighs, soaking into my denim shorts and leaving the area dark from my wetness that if you look a bit longer, you'll see how much of a slut I am. The bus is far gone. After they threw me and the crazy stranger out, it zoomed off. The stranger had simply pecked my forehead and handed me his card before taking a short bend. Still, I stand in silence, flipping his card without really looking at it, and inhaling deeply until my trembling muscles relax.

She's under my skin, and I hate it. There were those accidental finger brushes, her hand grazing mine as she passed me a file, electric sparks shooting up my arm. I'd pull back like I'd been burned, but my eyes would lock on hers, holding that gaze a second too long. Hers would widen, those deep brown eyes reflecting confusion and something hotter, something unspoken. And that elevator tension ride last week? She stood too close to me, her perfume which smells of something floral and intoxicating wrapping around me. I could see the pulse fluttering in her neck, I could hear her shallow breaths. My dick had hardened instantly, pressing painfully against my slacks, and I had to clench my fists

Leaned back against the seat. My phone buzzed. Unknown number. One message: “Room 1427. Midnight tomorrow. Door unlocked.” No name. No signature. But I knew. I stared at the screen for a long minute. Rain streaked the cab window. My pussy clenched—still sore, still leaking, still wanting. I typed back: “I’ll be there.” I hit send. The cab pulled away from the curb. London lights blurred past. I closed my eyes. Felt the ache between my legs.