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Date = 31 October Place = San Francisco (Reaper venue) POV - Damion I swing her lightly onto the dance floor, a playful spin that ends with her pressed right in front of me. Face-to-face with the 5-foot-4, heart-stopping, stubborn-as-hell beauty. The kind of woman who could ruin a man with a look and then ask him why he’s bleeding. The music hasn’t even started yet, but the air between us already feels thick — like the room’s holding its breath.

Damona feels ecstatic and hummed in response. A familiar strong force pulled me up, and four sets of beautiful eyes greeted me. A smile broke free in my lips and hugged the life out of my sisters because I miss them so much. ~~~~ Damona’s POV As I flutter my eyes open, my gaze meets with a devil. I let out my wings and spread them wide open. My long reddish straight hair that almost reached my feet dance with the wind. He looked at me stunned while scanning my appearance. Like him, I have black wings.

After fifteen minutes, the door at the stage had finally opened, which had hundreds of eyes lingering on it from long. From the door, an elegant looking young lady probably in her early twenties entered. The charming oval face with almond shape eyes, sharp nose, perfect red plumy lips were too much for everyone, like an Angel directly send by God himself. Seeing her once wouldn't be enough and definitely would turn around many times, but still won't be satisfied. The nobility would be seen in her walk, like a Queen the strong intimidating aura around her was enough to scare out everyone, many won't even dare to be in one meter of her redder. Confidence.

" There is nothing wrong with her " " Nothing wrong ?" shrieked Damian watching him with an incredulous expression " she is not a fucking recessive , dominant vibes were flickering , rolling off her body just like you ! I don't even know how many submissive almost fainted because of her dominant pheromones clogging up the air "

she said and hugged me tightly "I know you are Crystal the love of his terrible life. I've heard so much sweet things about you and now I can finally meet you" she squealed and flung her hand on my shoulders as we walked into the beautiful sitting room "Ohhh....thanks" I said and blushed "I'm Dami, by the way. I know he has told you bad and horrible things about me" she put her hand on her chest pretending to be hurt "But I promise to revenge on his wedding day" she said and I laughed

“You’re beautiful.” Damian lowered his head. He inhaled her scent before circling her entrance with his tongue, earning a scream from her. “What are you doing?” she asked, breathless. “I want to taste you,” he replied before sliding his tongue inside her. “Ah,” Elara screamed as she gripped the sheet, moaning as he pleasured her.

He was bringing her close to the edge. "Let me c-come," she groaned, flushing. Damien lifted his head, a wicked smile on his lips. "Not yet." "Please, I can't take anymore," she begged. "Oh, yes, you can," he said, lowering his head again. He continued to lap at her, making her wetter than ever. "Oh, Damien! Oh, sweet goddess, Selene!" Emberlynn screamed, disregarding the fact that Damien told her not to. And then her whole body tensed, her legs stiffened, her toes curled, and she came.

I increased my pace slightly, my balls slapping her skin as I fucked her wet cunt. And just when I noticed that she was on the brink, I gave her my answer. “Soul flame.” Meadow gasped, throwing her head back and crying out loudly as she came around my cock. “Fuck.” My voice was a low growl. “There are no words for how you look whenever you come for me, baby.” I kissed her. “No. Fucking. Words.” A shiver shot down my spine as warmth spread to the bottom of my stomach, my body tensing up as I pulsed inside of her.

she stated in response. Damien took a moment to admire his girlfriend in her tropical bikini. She had tied her thick wavy hair tied back. Her deep brown eyes that matched her dark brown hair held a bit of a spark to them. They told him she was happy. Her lips, naturally pink with a hint of purple to them, were curled into a smile.

She had no expectations but the flavor was surprisingly not unpleasant, the eroticism of it made her want more. Damien was watching the mouth of the most beautiful woman he knew come and lick him. Her large green eyes looked up with her red plump lips a hair away from his tip. Her eyes looked even bigger from that angle. “Tell me what to do,” she asked and the thought of guiding her to pleasure him made his hand tighten and another creamy bead come out. Ada was surprised when Damien pulled away and stood off the bed. Something heavy fell in her chest at the thought of such rejection.