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Waiting for the event to start. Girls are in a hurly-burly while eyes are fixed on Nathan merrily talking to Yui and Nikka. His long black hair in a ponytail is down to his slender waist. Skin color is fairly and translucent. A bit skinny too, but have this slight bulk muscle. His back was facing them, yet they already know how d*mn sexy he is.

I will be the Queen of Dragons, not some pathetic bitch! The day goes by quickly and I know just the place to go for dinner. Blackout is a completely dark restaurant that has private rooms and most importantly it is next door to a BDSM club. We can give our guys a taste and get them so hot and bothered that they drag us by our hair to the club and fuck us like the beasts that they are. End Jessica’s POV

Just what I need! I would have immediately assumed that he had followed me here to confront me, had he not had company. Shady- looking, crepy as hell company. Mr Blackwood was slanting into the counter by the bar, a glass of whisky in his hand. He looked ragged, like a white- collar psychopath in those work slacks and untucked shirt which was almost unbuttoned all the way. He looked really pissed and to be in a murderous mood, but he had nothing on the villainous hunk next to him. The man was large, his bulging muscles were out of this world frightening, both his arms were covered in tattoos, so was the back of his bald head.. the most notable tattoo was one of a black widow which extended f

"Get those pants off and get on the bed, Bambi, and spread those legs wide so I can see if the carpet matches the drapes like I've been wondering for years." "It does, it’s all blonde and it’s so wet for you, I’m literally dripping all over your sheets because I’m so turned out for this big black dick." "Look at that, a soaking wet little blonde pussy just waiting to get blacked by the biggest cock in the county." "Is it going to fit, King? It’s so thick, I’m scared it’s going to break me in half but I want you to try anyway." "It’s going to fit because you’re a greedy little cum bucket and your body knows it needs this superior seed to fill it up."

MAX She is absolutely stunning, every line and curve is sculpted to perfection. My eyes trail over her porcelain skin. Her long black hair is wet and is clung to her back. Her perfectly round peach bum is staring at me, begging me to come closer. It is taking everything to hold Maddox back. I shove Maddox down and shift back.

This was a neutral ground for the Sopttyi underworld, a place where the Blackwell enforcers kept the peace with iron fists. He pushed the door open. The scent of stale tobacco, spilled bourbon, and old sweat hit him like a physical blow. The bass from the speakers rattled his teeth. Timothy scanned the room. It was early, but the booths were already filling with the kind of men who carried heat under their tailored jackets. He moved to the bar, sliding onto a stool between two hulking figures. "Whiskey. Neat. The most expensive bottle you’re hiding." The bartender, a bald man with a scar running through his eyebrow, grunted and reached for a bottle. Timothy didn't plan on drinking it. Alcoho

My aunt Valerie has been the center of every filthy fantasy I’ve had since I hit puberty. She’s a true BBW goddess—six feet tall, thick everywhere it counts, with a massive, heart-shaped ass that jiggles with every step, heavy 40DD tits that strain against every top she wears, and thighs so plush and powerful they could crush a man’s skull in the best way. Blonde hair that falls in loose waves to her shoulders, piercing blue eyes that sparkle with mischief, and those big, glossy, cock-sucking lips that always look freshly glossed and ready. She’s the kind of woman who fills a room just by walking into it, and I’ve spent years obsessing over her.

Black The Origin Chapter 13: Challenge. It was a woman with long brown hair in a ponytail. She has black eyes and nothing really outstanding naked to the eye, but something only ALkhun could see. Which makes her stand out from the crowd. If her hair wasn't long, he wouldn't have noticed she was a girl. With long pants and long sleeves, turtle neck brown clothes. Wearing a green cloak. "Amari, where have you been?" Another member of the club asked, and Amari took a glance at me.

The muscles in his back flexed as he moved, broad shoulders tapering into a trim waist, the ridges and lines of him shifting like water over stone. Monet’s breath snagged. He wasn’t the type of man who lived in a gym his size came from years of living in his body, using it, carrying his weight with ease. He was big—solid—but not buffed into sharpness. A man whose frame filled space without crowding it, whose strength was steady, unshowy, natural. His skin, bronzed with a quiet tan, gleamed faintly under the silver wash of the moon, warm even against the chill in the January air.