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“Why do you have my letters? His letters?” she whispered.

I gasped against his mouth as his thumb slid beneath the edge of my panties, and my nails bit into his scalp lightly when he parted me and grazed my clit.

How are you guys holding up with the holidays? Do you need anything? I had Maisie and Colt send you a few pictures. They were worried that you didn’t have a Christmas tree, so they drew a few for you and helped me bake this weekend.

“Like someone picks up your life and shakes it like a snow globe,” Ella offered. “It seems to take forever for the pieces to settle, and then they’re never in the same place.”

I’ve been around the world, but traveling with this crew means that I only see the parts of the world that hurt the most.

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

Hopefully our hearts will bleed like the color of our dresses 😆
I’ll be the one on the left.

“War is coming.”

Each stroke makes me burn hotter and brighter. It’s like I unleashed a storm. I guess that’s what you get when you fit a force of nature into the body of a man.

It feels like I’m drowning all over again, the taste and touch of him sucking me under. Everything is harsh—the chill of my skin, the achy burn of my throat, the savage brush of his lips against mine.

“Come, Sara, and gaze upon the faces of the soon-to-be departed.”

Behind me I hear the gallop of hoof beats.

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⚔️ ⚜️ ⚔️ . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . ⚔️ ⚜️ ⚔️

Prepare for battle!
I’ll be the one on the left.

“I hope he’s at peace.”

He just holds me. And Alex screws up a lot of things, but this one—this, he’s got like a champ.

I slow down, reading those specific texts more carefully, but there are so many abbreviations and teenage lingo that I’m gonna need Urban Dictionary to decipher this.

“And if we do find something in his texts?” she asks.
I lay my palms flat on the table, set my jaw, and stare into her soul. “Then we find the fucker and we kill him.”

”You are the quarterback; the team looks to you for everything. They rely on you to execute every frickin’ play properly, and they blame you if it fails. They praise you if it doesn’t. This team is yours, Hunter. And don’t you frickin’ forget it.”

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✨ 🌑 ✨ . . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . . ✨ 🌑 ✨

Hope this one is good!
I’ll be the one in white.

“As long as you’re mine, I don’t care what we’re called.”

“I milked your prostate.”
“You did what?” I gasp.
“I’ve been watching gay porn long before you,” he says with a wolfish grin. “And I know a few tricks.”

His teeth grind together as he tries to hold in sounds of pleasure. But I fuck him so good with my hand, he’s eventually at my mercy. And it’s my damn name that finally escapes his lips.

“You dumb sonofabitch,” Jason sneers at his son. “Lisa said you got into a fight. Was it worth it? Was it worth ruining your future and embarrassing me over kicking some punk’s ass?”

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, pain etched in his features. “I’m so sorry, Cope.”
His voice cracks as he regards me with emotion making his eyes glassy with tears.
“I never meant to hurt you.”

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🔹 🌕 🔹. . . (F)BR With Twinsie CC . . .🔹 🌕 🔹

Hopefully this one is hot and hurtful :p
I'll be the one on the left.

“Rules? But daddy, I don’t know the meaning of the word.”
“You don’t? Then maybe I’ll have to teach you.”

— Dom Fitness by Brianna Hale

“Touch yourself. Be a good girl for daddy.” Shyly, I reach down between my legs and slide my fingers over my clit. I’m all slippery. He watches me, palming his cock in his hand.

— Dom Fitness by Brianna Hale

“Not that chair,” he tells me. “That one.”
Next to the black chair is a tiny pink one covered in flower stickers. I glare at Dom and he glares right back, still pointing at it.

— Dom Fitness by Brianna Hale

I glance nervously at the muscular receptionist. Everything looks normal from here, but are there whips, paddles and handcuffs festooning the workout areas? Are people going to be actually having sex on the workout equipment?

— Dom Fitness by Brianna Hale

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Reading Brianna Hale's Dom Fitness.
Time to get hot and sweaty 😛
I'll be the one on the right.

And the stones never lied. Not to me.