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My smile is small and nervous. I’d better get him talking about something else other than his appetite or my vagina will seize control of the rest of my body and stage a coup. I’m liable to jump onto the table, grab his head, and grind my crotch into the poor man’s face.

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〰️♟️〰️ . . . (F)BR with Twinsie CC . . . 〰️♟️〰️

I'm curious with this one.
I'll be the one on the left.

“I did make this happen.”

“You were trying to erase us—Gabe, Tabby, and me. You wanted her to forget us.”

The high forehead, strong, subtly hooked nose, and square chin were all George. But the slight slant of his deeply blue eyes came from Katherine, as did the well-defined bow of his upper lip and the contour of his smile.

“Gabe!” Lacey said.
“What?”
“How did they get in?”
“Who?”
“Them!”
“Wait … you can see them? I thought they were my hallucination.”

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“You lied? You didn’t really want to show me your bird nests?”

“I need you to be strong for me, Dalton—with me,”

The sloppy way she leaves streaks of saliva along my shaft as she hungrily sucks my cock is almost enough to make me come, but I manage to hold onto it.

"What’s he got that’s so goddamn addictive, Luna? Why do all of you Greene monsters stick together?”

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🔹️🖤🔹️. . . (F)BR with Twinsie CC . . .🔹️🖤🔹️

Time for family wholesomeness 🤭
I'll be the brunette.

Mrs Elm’s eyes sparkled with sudden life. ‘Well, that’s the beauty, isn’t it? You just never know how it ends.’

‘Look at how ordered and safe and peaceful it looks now, before a game starts. It’s a beautiful thing. But it is boring. It is dead. And yet the moment you make a move on that board, things change. Things begin to get more chaotic. And that chaos builds with every single move you make.’

Around her, outside the window, was the most eerily beautiful sight she had ever seen. Islands of ice, like rocks rendered clean and pure white, were visible amid the fog.

And now, last of all, she hadn’t even managed to become dead. It was pathetic really, the amount of possibilities she had squandered.

“Who are you talking to out here?”

Our hips have melded together, his hard dick rubbing on mine. It’s foreign, and so goddamn sexy I think my own cock is pulsing out precum, which seems impossible . I’m like a fucking teenager again. These are the things I wanted then, but I couldn’t have.

Sick sick sick.
You’re sick.
Disgusting.
Vile!

“Your cock is majestic, like royalty. I suppose that’s why I can’t stop bowing to you, Dascha.”

I groan out loud, the pain and pleasure mixing together in something like dousing every nerve in my body in gasoline then lighting a match. Kemper looks down between us, watching himself finger-fuck me in the ass. He grunts and licks his lips, the rock-solid shape digging into my thigh through his pants.

I’m fine with nudity, and I’m comfortable enough in my own skin. It’s not that. It’s me not knowing these people, who are wandering around me with their dicks out. I don’t trust them. And I don’t like being vulnerable around people I don’t trust.

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⚜️➕️⚜️. . . (F)BR with Twinsie CC . . . ⚜️➕️⚜️

Let's harass some hot prisoners, shall we? 😆
I'll be the blondie.

I run my hand over the crisp, white, blank page and try to think of a title.

My insides tighten around his fingers and my breathing is becomes erratic as my body winds tighter. Each of his strokes builds me up higher and higher until coherent thoughts are no longer within my reach.

Soon enough, I’ll have to wake up and realize that some people can stay in your heart, but not in your life.

Walls that have been built sky-high crumble and begin to fall. I feel every fiber in my body going off like fireworks and every ounce of me feels nothing but love for this man, but I can’t be sure that’s what it really is.

Just like putting a bandage over my ugly cuts doesn't change what they hide, putting a front up for the past eight weeks didn't change the mentally disturbed girl that I really am.

I knew there was a reason I’ve never told. It’s pointless. No one cares, and no one sees the hate that passes through these hallways each day. They’re blind to it all.

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🔹⛓🔹. . . (F)BR with Twinsie CC . . . 🔹⛓🔹

Let’s see if Therapy can help us 😆
I’ll be the one on the left.

“How long… does it take to make a map like that?”