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Two long fingers hook into the waistband of my jeans, halting my march of humiliation.
That chandelier is the fanciest thing in the apartment. Generic, mismatched furniture occupies the rooms like strangers who just happen to be in the same place at the same time.
A better woman than me wouldn’t long to climb that staircase of ridged abs like a roofer on a ladder.
Fans self
For setting myself up for his rejection of the comfort I’m trying to jam down his throat. “Goddamn it, Eden,” he growls, palming my shoulders and pushing against them, trying to detach my spider-monkey grip on him. I lock my fingers together behind his back. Hold harder. Squeeze tighter.
he wouldn’t have wanted you to abandon the sport for him like some sort of sacrifice to the forgiveness gods.” He swipes a hand over his head, anger and sympathy an odd, warring combination on his tough face.
The rogue ninja is in the middle of a fierce battle with his brother Itachi. I’ve seen the episode before, and this fight is one of the most epic in the entire Naruto series.
Im screaming i think my panties belong to Knox now
And yet, I keep my ass on the cushion, pinned there by her admission. Why the fuck would she bother counting my smiles? Why would she care? My hungry curiosity trumps my sense of self-preservation. “Three times.” She
With how she’s tearing up the damp paper, I almost take pity on her and rescind the question.
The last charred vestiges of my conscience are screaming about my impending road trip to hell,
“C’mere, Eden,” I beckon, curling the fingers of the hand not wrapped around my dick. “Touch me.”
For the second time since seeing Wonder Woman, I’m kind of bemoaning being strictly dickly. “Thanks,” I reply. “That’s sweet.” I can’t prevent
“But I might as well as have saved the money and the gas. It was just geography. Didn’t stop me from lying there in that bed, my hand jacking my dick and imagining it was your mouth pulling at me, sucking on me. Didn’t prevent me from believing I could still taste you on my lips. Still feel your pussy squeeze my fingers and shiver on my tongue.”
Girl
“Hating you would be easier,” he murmurs against my lips. Then shoves all the way inside me.
Foof the angst is strong
“When is a good time to finally talk about how our mother has punished her oldest son for living because one of us died?” I flinch.
My question as WELL
