Widen Hips Naturally

As I bent over to do the laundry, a man suddenly pressed himself against me from behind, thrusting me forward into the washing machine. My hips were left exposed to the open air, held firmly in the grasp of his hands. I was trapped, unable to move. His large hands roamed freely over my body, sending waves of heat coursing through me against my will. Pleasure shuddered through my limbs, making my legs tremble uncontrollably. When I finally managed to look back, I saw—to my shock—that the man behind me was my father-in-law.

My sister and I were both blessed with naturally fertile bodies. My sister married a poor farmer in our village and gave birth to five sons. Their family thrived and escaped poverty. I married the wealthy ranch foreman, but only had daughters. My husband resented me for embarrassing him and beat me and our girls to death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the matchmaker came. I watched coldly as the ranch foreman unexpectedly chose my sister with the limp, and I realized he had also been reborn. He thought marrying my sister would guarantee him sons, unaware that he had a genetic condition preventing him from having boys. I pointed to the quiet, thin educated youth in the corner and declared: "I will marry him!"

{Completed}(Previously called Keenan Hiltons Chaos) The room is awfully quiet except for Keenan's laboured breath and my heavily pounding heart. His hands are planted on his hips and his eyes fixated on the ceiling as if he's thinking about all the regretful things he's done in his life. Why does this feel like the beginning of another disastrous road? “What's wrong?” I ask in a panic because I wonder if he's also recollecting the events that happened last night in part like I am and regretting it. “Apparently we did more than get drunk last night,” He lifts the paper certificate from the bar counter and shows it to me, “we got married.”

Dante slowed his pace, withdrawing until only the tip was still inside her before thrusting his hips once,eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. He brought his mouth down to hover over hers. “Can you feel me,my love?”He rasped. Renee angled her head,nipping at his lips.”Yes,I feel you.” ------------ To save her family from a loanshark,Renee Gallo agrees to be married to Dante Moretti, a man who has been called many names. He has been labeled as a devil,as a hideous-looking demon,the notorious son of Gustavo Moretti. But it turns out that this man who is cruel to the world loves and pampers her more than she had ever imagined.

I ground my hips against him, seeking friction. He groaned into my mouth, one hand moving to my breast, squeezing it firmly. His thumb brushed over my nipple through my bra, making it harden instantly. I broke the kiss to gasp, but he pulled me back, his lips claiming mine again. We kissed like we couldn't get enough, tongues tangling, breaths mixing in short pants. Anthony's other hand slid down to my ass, pulling me tighter against him. I rocked my hips faster, feeling the outline of his cock rub against my pussy. My panties were soaked now, the fabric clinging to me. He broke the kiss this time, trailing his mouth down my neck, sucking on the skin there. I tilted my head back, letting him bite lightly, the sensation sending sparks through my body. 'Florence,' he whispered against my throat, his voice rough. 'I need to taste you.' ************** Five years ago, Florence Davidson lost everything. Her family, their fortune, and her brother was framed for a crime he didn’t commit. Now, she’s back with one goal, to destroy the man she blames for it all. But billionaire CEO Anthony St. Louis isn’t the villain she expected, just cold, brilliant, and far more complicated. When a twisted truth surfaces and sparks fly between them, Florence finds herself torn between revenge and a love she never planned for. As secrets unravel, a child appears, a hidden past resurfaces, and the real enemy steps out of the shadows. Love was never part of the plan... but it might be the only way out.

Raised from an infant in discipline, Reza Kelson has been trained to be a cold-blooded killer. Nothing has stopped him when he's been ordered to an assignment, and nothing probably will. An agent for a secret branch of government, he kills and incinerates anything with the discipline of a sharp knife. But even though he's the best at what he does, tables turn when the government dumps Reza from bureaucracy, albeit with a place to be hidden away in. Now Reza finds himself struggling to integrate into the sleepy town of Lonewood. Raised without any form of love or compassion, he naturally comes off as rude and abrasive, and therefore drawing attention. And with other dumped agents, with some bent on settling scores, the entire situation could not be more risible and outrageous. Not to mention the strange boy, Dane Rochelle, who seems strangely possessive of him, and with Reza balances the life he never should have had.

What happens when a wedding planner has to work alongside a temperamental and annoying bride's brother to plan the wedding of the year? Chaos, pure chaos. The last thing Violet needed was a man to touch her slightly not so flat stomach (or perhaps it was a little more than slightly not to flat) and press her against a wall. She wasn't a model, and she knew it. So naturally, she just sucks her stomach in. Violet prided herself on creating the best weddings society has ever seen, the last thing she needed was to go head to head with the bride's brother, when planning Melbourne's biggest wedding of the year. Alex was everything Violet could dream about, but not touch. Handsome, built straight out of a magazine with the six pack. Was his interest in Violet genuine, or just another charm for the bedrest?

"N-No… Please, no… I can't fit in anything anymore…" I can only arch my hips up in the air on the hospital bed. My doctor is currently performing a check-up on me to find out the reason behind my intense lust. But he seems to be toying with my body. His palm keeps kneading my perky buttocks, and he even inserts a finger into my slit. The more I beg him to stop, the more excited he becomes. Unable to take it anymore, I turn back to look at him. Wait, that's not my doctor! Isn't that Eric Buckley, my college professor? The next thing I know, he thrusts into me heavily.

“Uh-ahh.“ my moan echoed in the bedroom. “That's it, now call me daddy while I fuck you like a dirty slut” my dad's best friend said tighting his grip on my waist and without warning, he rammed his big cock into my pussy. I cried out and arched my back wanting more, I couldn't get enough of this fucking pleasure. He rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting harder into my pussy. “Now come for daddy.“ He ordered softly. That was my undoing, I exploded around him. “Good girl.“ He said giving my clot feathery strokes.

- Oh yes ... there ... again ... stronger! Saccaded groans resounded through the walls, sneaking like a poison to the ears of Élodie. His breath was cut. Her heart tightened in his chest. No ... not that ... His trembling fingers gently pushed the door ajar in the guest room. And what she saw cut her legs. His fiancé, Victor, naked, in sweat, tackled Isabelle's offered body against the mattress, her hips hammering her basin with frightening brutality. -Damn, you are so good ... he growled, grabbing his sister's hair. Élodie gave her mouth a hand to stifle a cry. His big sister. His landmark. Her lifelong ally. And there, before her eyes, she stole the man she loved to him.