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Should I aim at his head? "Pervert!" I added and smacked him again. "Hey! I am not a pervert! I just want to smell you!" he commented. "It is just the same, though. Why would you smell me in the first place? I do not even know you!" I answered back. Is he crazy? Why does he want to smell me? I do not even smell nice after cleaning their house! I am full of sweat and everything! How can I smell good in this situation?

While I opened my eyes the next moment to meet his deep intense gaze which was already focusing on my face. I don't know how to describe all these feelings which I'm getting right now but everything makes me burn with desire. I just want him to be alpha and make me his meet. I wanted him to touch me until I moaned out his name. I want to feel him make him closer until there is no gap between us. Deep inside, I know! I know it's wrong! But if my body cares about it right now? I don't think so. My body is completely burning with ambition that no boundaries could stop her from drowning.

"who are you and what do you want?!" Amber commanded even though though fear could clearly be heard in her voice. She tried to look tough even though she was a wreck deep inside her. "Oh you are a tough one hmm, I love tough ones especially when I crack them. Don't you just love that?" The second man spoke looking at her from head to toe then looking at the third man like seeking for approval from him. "Yes I love that very much, and this one will be very fun am sure" he responded while licking his lips and walking towards her, he squatted to her lever then started brushing his finger against her face like rubbing dew from a leaf.

This time he even explained what he meant. "What? Is he asking me if I want to get laid? Is he out of his mind?" I thought. I nodded to say no. But deep down I wanted to do it. A carnal desire which only few could resist. He ordered one of his men. "Untie him."

With her wild actions, she awoke a monster within him, and that was what she wanted. The rain intensified their desires, and their kiss became even more passionate as their clothes became wet from the rain. Both of their bodies were on fire. He yanked her head back by grabbing her wet hair, and sucked raindrops from her neck, rubbing her clit with great vigour. As she felt his lips on her neck, an electric current ran through her entire body, and her core twitched for him. "Love, you've awoken my desires. So today, no one can save you from me." He whispered dangerously in her ear while rubbing her down.

And my whole interior turned into restlessness, making me as dark as every ripple that crawled below my skin. No one cared about keeping discretion in a place like that. Hiding my desires was never my strength, and there, at least as long as I remained inside that place, I could expose every immorality that stacked my interior. I just needed to talk. I inhaled deeply, and turned to Zachary. His gaze was still attentive, clinging to mine. Brown irises so unique with the shadows of lust. This did not help to take advantage of my short flash of excitement, because I was aware of its proximity. I breathed his perfume, so fresh and sweet, that it made me thirsty, desperate for anything he could o

I shyly crossed my legs and he shook his head. Licking his lips, he growled, “I want you opened up baby girl. I want to see your cunt wet for me. I want to smell your perfect scent from where I stand.” I bit my lips, and slowly widened my knees as much as they would go, and my pink pussy lips opened to him. “Fuck.” He muttered, his hand coming up to squeeze his dick through his pants. “Now, I want you to lay back on your elbows with your back arched.” He instructed and I obeyed immediately.

A girl in a white shirt and a pair of red trousers walked to the table with a rack of drinks and a bucket of ice. I turned my attention to the stripper whose shape was like an hour glass, though slender like a domestic cat, and her skin was glossy like polished glass. She had bouncy, apple shaped breasts with a tattoo in the space between them. There was fluidity in her movement as she swirled around the pole mounted inside the cage. She put her head down and raised her legs up. She slowly parted her legs. With one hand, she balanced herself at a spot and the other hand somehow found its way to her groin area. The index finger of her free hand got lost inside her panties and when it came out

It was like I was walking on a cloud, and I had to focus on every step I took. As the night drew on, my behavior became increasingly reckless and impulsive. The tequila had energized me, and I felt like I could conquer the world. I laughed louder, spoke brasher, and took risks without a second thought. The excitement of the moment was addictive, and I desired more.

His voice was dark and full of promise when he whispered, “I’m going to own all of you. Body, mind, and soul.” A shiver ran down my spine, and my body clenched even harder around the one beneath me. His words weren’t just dirty—they were a vow. A claim. My body responded instantly, heat rushing through me, my heart racing like it might burst. His hands spread my cheeks apart slowly, exposing me in a way that made me whimper. I felt completely at their mercy, open and vulnerable, but instead of fear, there was only need. Then I felt it—the wet, hot slide of his spit hitting my tight, untouched hole. I gasped out loud, my head snapping up at the sensation. The act was filthy, shameless, and it