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Once upon a time I had a conscience, but these days it's a bit hit and miss. I have five years in prison to thank for that.

'Fuck she is so wet you could get two cocks in here at once. Want to try that, Brando? I've always wanted to try that.'

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

Let’s see what kind of fuckery they will get into this time!
I’ll be the one on th left.

“They have princes at these things?”

— He Made Me Stay by K. Webster

My lips part to allow his tongue entry. We both moan when our kiss intensifies. I feel as though Kit is trying to consume me. I like it. So much.

—He Made Me Stay by K. Webster

I finally pick up the enamel pin.
Stay positive.
It’s corny as fuck.
How can I stay positive when my world is one giant negative?

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🔸 🦋 🔸. . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . .🔸 🦋 🔸

Reading He Made Me Stay by K. Webster.
I'll be the one in silver hair.

“Oh shit,” a strong, male voice exclaimed from behind us, interrupting our moment.

“And lead us not into temptation.” Raising my teary eyes toward heaven, I held my hands together in prayer gesture while several shots echoed off the wooden panels. “But deliver us from evil...”

“How many times do I have to remind you, not to raise your fucking voice to me? Even the most patient of men would have shoved their cock in your mouth to shut you the fuck up!”

— Not gonna lie, she’s really getting on my nerve...

I cried harder.
My body shaking.
My heart shattering.  
El Capo had broken it.

I didn’t believe in happily ever after’s or else my mother would still be alive. In our seedy world, love only got you murdered. I wasn’t naive enough to think otherwise.

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♦️🔪♦️. . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC, Loyda & Liz . . . ♦️🔪♦️

Hope the hero is sexy 😜
I’ll be the one on the left, sitting on the bed. I have no eyebrows though. Ewww😆

“And just like that, I can never eat grapefruit again.”

If you would’ve asked me years ago if I would’ve missed Eres, Nebraska, I would’ve laughed in your face. Still, there were days I would’ve rather been in the pig pen, hauling hay, and staring at Hazel Stone as she told me her confessions.

Her tongue made fucking figure eights against the base, and fuck-me-sideways, I had to cover my face with my hands to keep from shouting out in pleasure.

“I like your brown eyes,” he commented, and I hoped to God my invisible lady boner wasn’t poking into Dottie.

“Does it hurt?”
“The bruise? A little less than before.”
“No. Your soul. Does it hurt? Does it ache?”
I swallowed hard. “Yes.”

Christ. I was getting so lonely that not only was I making friends with horses, I was making friends with objects.
I needed to stop being a loner as soon as possible.

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🔸💔🔸. . . (F)BR With Loyda . . .🔸💔🔸

I want this one to wreck our hearts :p
I'll be the curly haired brunette

More blinking, then I grin at him once the awe wears off.

His ass voluntarily meets mine, fucking me back, making white spots dot my eyes, and I know I’m close, so close.

“But not today. Today, you’re going to take out your cock and get yourself off.”
Jesus Christ.
His lips find my ear, his teeth tugging on the lobe as he adds, “And I’m going to watch.”

After settling the plans, the microwave goes off and I decide to grab the container and head back to my room. I’ve eaten in here with them more than I used to, hell, more than I want to, all thanks to Lawrence’s insistence. I get that I probably look like a jackass to most of my coworkers, but I’ve accepted the role of whatever they think of me.

“I don’t have a girlfriend, by the way.”
His voice is casual, but when I look at his face, it’s anything but. Another reason I can’t figure this guy out. There’s something about him… Shaking the thought away, I nod.
He adds, “Don’t have a boyfriend either.”

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🔸 ⚾️ 🔸 . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . 🔸 ⚾️ 🔸

Hope this one is hot and full of feels!
I’ll be the one standing with that freakishly long body lol!

“Did she just say monkey balls?”

“Nothing—and I mean nothing—has ever felt better than your wet pussy around my dick. It feels better than anything.”
I writhed under him. “Fuck me harder, Deacon.”

I spent the better part of the next hour sitting on the couch while I watched her play on the floor. “Deacon,” I kept repeating, to see if by some chance she’d try to say my name. I’d pretty much given up when I heard her say what sounded like…dick.

I bucked my hips, circling my clit against the pressure of his tongue as a rush of adrenaline hit. It was painful to keep quiet as my orgasm coursed through me—more like barreled through me. Waves and waves of pleasure rocketed throughout my body.