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“You’re going to burn in hell, bitch!” I smirk back.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you down there.”

“Do you ever think we’re wrong, you and I?” I ask, those last thoughts still in my head.

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🥀♦️🥀. . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . 🥀♦️🥀

Curious to see how this one will turn out!
I’ll be the one on the right, pissed someone put a freaking flower wreath on my head lol!

“I would very much like to make it up to you. Starting right now.”

I dip my tongue into her and then move up to tease her clit.
Aurora makes a keening sound. “I’m close, Mistress.”
I lift my head. “Already?”
She glares at the ceiling, when I know she wants to glare at me. “I’m very horny in the morning, Mistress.”

She’s an elegant kind of violence in a beautiful package. The perfect predator, anyone with a hint of intelligence recognizes it the moment she walks into a space.

Aurora cries out, her back arching beautifully as blood rushes back into the deprived nipple. Before I can remind myself that this isn’t part of the plan, I dip down and suck her into my mouth, soothing her with my tongue, playing with her piercing.

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

It’s double ended silicone time 😆.
I’ll be the one in black.

Unlike mine, her scars are invisible.

“Do you remember that palm reader we went to in New Orleans?” she asks suddenly.
I can’t forget it. “Yes.”
“She said we’d be friends forever,” Diana says with a hitch in her voice. “Maybe I should get my money back.”

I signed up for Intro to Watercolors, and it was worth it to stand there in front of my easel with fifty bucks worth of brushes and supplies, because when Diana walks into the room, all I can see is her. Yeah, I know it’s kind of fucked up. Kind of like being a stalker. I don’t have an excuse for it.

I think about fighting him. My hand comes up to slap him, but he grabs it. The fingers of his other hand hook into my panties and tug them to the side so he can dive between my legs. His mouth, hot, sweet, finds my bare flesh, and my head falls back. I groan.

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🌿🐍🌿. . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . 🌿🐍🌿

Let’s see which one is wilder. Nature or human nature.
I’ll be the redhead.

“Surprised for what?”

— A Christmas Cartel (100%)

“Then she’s coming, loud. Very loud. Practically screaming as she rides me, and I grab her waist tighter, keeping her in line until I can barely hang on.”

—The Off-Season (100%)

“And how hot is it down there?”
“It’s fucking hot,” he says. “My advice to you is to wear as little as possible.”

—The Off-Season

“Drop it!”

He steals the very air I breathe, unrelenting. I know just from this one kiss he’s never letting me go.

I should have waited and forced Charlotte to come with me, but I’m running out of clean underwear and her rule of turning them inside out is just not something I can get on board with.

I knew evil. I’d been in a room with evil incarnate. He eclipsed the sun, stealing the light from my beautiful life and plunging my world into darkness.

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♦️🔪♦️ . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . ♦️🔪♦️

This one is a long time coming, so it better be good lol!
I’ll be the blondie Lost Girl who can’t zip up her own dress 😆

Family over all.

"Damn right, you fucking do," he grunts, and then I feel him release too, flooding me with his seed. He doesn't stop, though. He keeps fucking me, driving his cock in and out until I feel wetness pooling under us.

“Tell me what?” I repeat again, but this time, my voice shakes. Because this time, I’m pretty sure it won’t end well, and I'm going to find out something I don't particularly want to know.

"Kade, please," I whisper. "Don't make me..."
I don't get to finish my sentence because the pleasure overwhelms me. My hands fist into the bedsheets, and I pull at them desperately, trying to break free from the rules our parents set for us.

I guess we're choosing not to talk about our fight last night. It might be for the best. I really don't want to relive the moment I saw my twin's cum all over my ex-hookup's face.

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💜👬💜 . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . 💜👬💜

Hell yeah, Twinsies doing Twinsies lol!
I’ll be the blondie.

“But you know what’s really interesting?”

She did as I asked and bucked her hips even faster. It seemed someone liked to be ordered around in bed, and I was happy to oblige.

“No. Downward dog is a front-facing exercise. She had us bend our legs back and over our head. It’s called plow pose.”
His eyes widened. “You’re bending your legs over your head and it’s called plow pose?”
The irony in that terminology only now just hit me.