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📝❌️📝. . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . 📝❌️📝

Let's hope this one is good!
I'll be the blondie.

“Enzo, wait, this is so not safe. We’re going to die,”

Emotion floods my chest, rising up my throat as I hollow my cheeks and swirl my tongue. I suck him harder, swallowing him completely, my lips kissing his pelvis. A shudder works its way through his body and curses spill from his mouth.

“Relax, bella. I won’t let you drown. I want to show you how good it feels to live.”

My skin glows an aqua hue as I emerge into the cave, the glowworms wriggling above me. I’ve come here every day since I discovered this place, and it still takes my fucking breath away.

He’s far from pretty, yet his face is constructed of fine brush strokes, heavy shading, and sharp lines that create an exceptional masterpiece.
Too bad the inside of him is crusted with off-brand paint, frayed brushes, and muddy colors.

I turn to find a massive wave building up over the boat, like Poseidon himself is reaching up from the depths of the ocean and preparing to grab onto the vessel and pull it under.

He pries my thighs apart, holding one down with his arm while his other hand swipes up my slit, the only warning he grants me before two of his fingers sink inside me, drawing out a high-pitched moan while he curls them up and fucks me with them.

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🔪🌊🔪. . . (F)BR with Twinsie CC & Loyda . . .🔪🌊🔪

Hope this one have more emotional than physical hurt.
I'll be the extra one on the left 😆

But that’s okay. He is a Greene.

With a single thrust, I push my way back into the same hole that spit me and my brother out nearly two decades ago, and finally understand what love truly is.

Through the sliver of the doorway that I’m trying desperately to hide behind. I squint into the darkness, peering a little harder at her form and sigh wistfully. One of her small, perky tits is exposed, having fallen out of her tank top.

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✖️🚫✖️. . . (F)BR with Twinsie CC . . . ✖️🚫✖️

Let's be good for Daddy?
Eh, probably not 😆
I'll be the one on the left.

The fear of my Godly might drips from every pore, as it should.

–Self Made God by The Sinners (9% of book, 100% of story)

“I am Atlas, father of creation, and your one true God.” Gasps and cries ensue as I flip their world upside down.

–Self Made God by The Sinners

When I awoke I thought: I am not home. I am here.

I opened my current journal and began to write.
He watched with interest. “You use physical pen and paper?”

Someone told me what they thought had happened to you and I concluded you were here. This person showed me a photograph of you and since you were clearly a bit of a dish, I thought I would come and take a look at you.

It was strewn with remnants of the Tide: seaweed, which streamed in the Wind like little banners, and pebbles, starfish and shells, which rattled across the Stone Pavement as the Wind chased them.

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

Let's get lost in fantasy world!
I'll be the one on the left.

“It’s so pretty, isn’t it?” he asked.

Each raspy breath that escaped him matched the rhythm of his thrusts, and every nerve ending in my body tingled. I struggled to prolong this for as long as possible, yet I screamed in pleasure at one point, so close to losing it.

“I wanted to see if you’d like to come down and have breakfast with us.”
“I would love that. Can you give me like ten minutes? I just want to finish…uh, take a quick shower.” And finish your virtual blowjob so I can orgasm.

I pressed my palms into his rock-hard chest and slid them down slowly, applying just the right amount of pressure. Now I could see his handsome face, which was a definite distraction.

As I dropped the seventy-pound weight, I wished I could rid myself of the weight on my shoulders— the one I couldn’t put down.

Hinder not the soul’s intended path unto the light …

My failures as a husband lingered in my conscience. I never thought this could happen to us. We had the perfect life.

I couldn’t speak. Disbelief and shock paralyzed my words.

“Roe …” She moaned as I slid into her in one hard thrust.

My husband was right: sometimes we hid the truth to save people from pain. Was it right? I didn’t know that answer. Very few things in life held black and white absolution.