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➕⚔️➕ . . . (F)BR With Loyda . . . ➕⚔️➕

This is it!
I’m scared... 😆
I’ll be the one holding the egg. Or whatever that might be lol!

I’m going to be sick.

Sometimes I don’t want to see the villain staring back at me.
Sometimes I wish, for once, I was the prince.

“Scoot your ass to the edge,” I instruct as she settles her heels on the arms of my chair.
“I feel like I’m at the gynecologist.”
“Does your gyno lick your needy pussy?”

“Fine, I’ll tell the loud-ass bird he’s precious and beautiful and the best damn bird to ever exist,” he drawls out, sarcasm thick in his tone. “Happy?”

“We’re here!” a high-pitched voice sings. “Miss Tinsley, you look ravishing. Give us fifteen minutes and you’ll be ready for the—oh, sweet baby Jesus do not tell me this is what we’re working our magic on!”

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⛓ 👑⛓ . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . ⛓👑⛓

There’s nothing charming about this dirty prince.
I’ll be the sweet princess in pink 😆.

“I want my payment in advance.”

“What is this obsession you suddenly have with love? The man who wrote those emails plowed through hundreds of women and couldn’t emotionally connect with any of them.”

— I’m asking the same question...

He didn’t spring free or jut upward. His erection was too heavy, too inconceivably massive to do anything but hang. God help her, he was hung. In his fully aroused, undeniably hard state, he was easily ten inches.

“So in summary, she knows everything about us. We know very little about her, and at this point, anything is plausible.”

The sun perched too high in the sky, but maybe it was an illusion. Maybe dusk was only an hour away. She could make it until then. She had no choice.

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⛓❌⛓ . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC, Loyda & Liz . . . ⛓❌⛓

Hope it’s dark and dirty!
I’ll be second from left.

“Did you like the diary?”

“I forgot you don’t drive,” Hudson said. “On second thought, I don’t need to work. You need a ride...and someone to model bikinis for.”

I lifted my phone closer and zoomed in on the bulge. No way was that all him. The guy had to have a banana stuffed in there somewhere. No, forget that, it was definitely a zucchini. Did penises even come in that size? Surely none that I’d ever seen.

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💠✉️💠 . . . (F)BR With Loyda . . . 💠✉️💠

Not sure what kind invitation we’re getting lol!
I’ll be the blondie.

I remember you.

“Is it such a bad thing…” His mouth trails along her jaw. “… to be savored?” His breath brushes her ear. “To be relished?”

“Because time is cruel to all, and crueler still to artists. Because vision weakens, and voices wither, and talent fades.” He leans close, twists a lock of her hair around one finger. “Because happiness is brief, and history is lasting, and in the end,” he says, “everyone wants to be remembered.”

He presses him back into the counter, hips into hips, fingers sliding along his jaw as the kiss deepens.
And this, this is better than all the other nights.
This is better than the attention of a hundred strangers.

“Pain can be beautiful,” he says, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “It can transform. It can create.”

“I think there are many ways to matter.” He plucks the book from his pocket. “These are the words of a man—Voltaire. But they are also the hands that set the type. The ink that made it readable, the tree that made the paper. All of them matter, though credit goes only to the name on the cover.”

These days the fine society of Paris is wrapped like parcels, clearly not meant to be opened.

“I prayed too late, and something answered, and now everything is wrong.”

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🔸✨🔸. . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC & Loyda . . . 🔸✨🔸

Excited for this one!
I’ll be the one on the left.

Still. After all this time.

“Don’t leave me,” I plead again. “Please don’t leave me.”

I’m not sure what he’s addicted to, but I have this strange feeling that if it were me, that might not be a good thing at all.

“Touch yourself,” I tell her, leaning close, my words against her ear. “You don’t fucking deserve it, but I want you to come at the same time I do.”