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A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the n
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"Dad, I beg you, save my mom." "NO WAY." The man was a little cold and pushed her hand. ""The surgery needs one million. One million, daddy, please!"" The girl's tears wet her tender face. The middle-aged man suddenly bit his teeth. He was looking at this beautiful face, then bent down his head slightly. ""Lolo, I can give you money, but you must promise me one thing."" The girl nodded, as long as she could save her mother. ""Then substitute your sister to serve him!"" ""HIM?"" ""Yes."" ""That prince is a fanatic for clean woman. But your sister isn't a virgin. Thus I want you to replace her the first night."" Lolo's slender body instantly softened. With a shudder, she rejected, ""Dad, can I have other choices?"" The middle-aged man clenched her hand coldly, ""I suppose this is the only way to save your mother. But it is up to you. I think your mom can get through another three days, so you need to hurry up and make a decision. If you miss the best period of surgery, she...."" The girl's eyes flashed. She took a deep breath, ""Well, I promise you."" ""Tomorrow night. It would be your first time to serve him. He is the son of Long Group's chairman, you will not suffer."" The man patted her shoulders happily. It was true that all girls in the city want to have sex with this man, except for her. The girl sat softly in the chair, with her eyes dull. Next day, at night, in a presidential suite. In the dimly lit room, the girl sat on the bed in fluster, shivering around her arms. Suddenly, the door opened, a tall and straight figure came in. The light seemed to be broken and all were in darkness. Actually all of this was schemed. The girl on the bed gasped and dillydallied her way forward to the bedside, where the man stood up. She trembly hugged the man's neck, slightly tiptoed, and jerkily kissed the man's cheek. Then she suddenly paused, did not know what else to do and felt her brain was blank. While the man felt hot then approached her. She smelled a bunch of alcohol in his mouth. ""Hum..."" Her lips were sea
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"He's here!" one of my packmates shouts as I head downstairs. There's a murmur of voices, and then Jasper—my best friend and Beta—starts singing 'Happy Birthday.' The rest of my pack joins in, and when I reach the landing, I lean against the railing and grin. "Happy birthday dear Logan, happy birthday to you!" Everyone finishes singing and begins to applaud, whistle, and cheer. The guys surround me, patting me on the back and wishing me all the best, while the girls hang back, waiting. I—Logan Patton, son of Alpha James Patton—have just turned seventeen. Today, like other males in our pack have done for generations, I finally get to find my mate. It's something I've been looking forward to for months. I've seen it happen to so many other Wolves over the years, watched their faces light up with joy when they spotted 'her,' and saw how much happier they were afterwards. Who wouldn't want that? Plus, having a mate is awesome! My mate won't get on my nerves like some girls do or only ever talk about shopping, which I can't stand! She won't do other annoying stuff either, like always check her makeup or eat salad instead of real food, the way some of my exes have. Like, what's up with that? Especially with wolf girls! Sex with my mate is going to be so much hotter than it's been with other girls and my mate won't be jealous or controlling like a few girls I've dated—and quickly dumped—either. No. She'll be perfect. Exactly what I want in a girl. That's what a mate is and now I finally, finally get to find mine. A hush falls over the room as everyone waits in anticipation. I think almost every girl here hopes she's my mate. At least, that's what everyone's been saying for weeks. Not to brag or anything, but I'm one of the most popular guys at school. Plus, I'm the next Alpha, which means my mate will one day be Luna and co-leader of our pack. It's a huge honor that few Wolves can claim. In order to find my mate, I have to make eye contact with every girl in the room until I finally reach her. That's how it's alway
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"He's here!" one of my packmates shouts as I head downstairs. There's a murmur of voices, and then Jasper—my best friend and Beta—starts singing 'Happy Birthday.' The rest of my pack joins in, and when I reach the landing, I lean against the railing and grin. "Happy birthday dear Logan, happy birthday to you!" Everyone finishes singing and begins to applaud, whistle, and cheer. The guys surround me, patting me on the back and wishing me all the best, while the girls hang back, waiting. I—Logan Patton, son of Alpha James Patton—have just turned seventeen. Today, like other males in our pack have done for generations, I finally get to find my mate. It's something I've been looking forward to for months. I've seen it happen to so many other Wolves over the years, watched their faces light up with joy when they spotted 'her,' and saw how much happier they were afterwards. Who wouldn't want that? Plus, having a mate is awesome! My mate won't get on my nerves like some girls do or only ever talk about shopping, which I can't stand! She won't do other annoying stuff either, like always check her makeup or eat salad instead of real food, the way some of my exes have. Like, what's up with that? Especially with wolf girls! Sex with my mate is going to be so much hotter than it's been with other girls and my mate won't be jealous or controlling like a few girls I've dated—and quickly dumped—either. No. She'll be perfect. Exactly what I want in a girl. That's what a mate is and now I finally, finally get to find mine. A hush falls over the room as everyone waits in anticipation. I think almost every girl here hopes she's my mate. At least, that's what everyone's been saying for weeks. Not to brag or anything, but I'm one of the most popular guys at school. Plus, I'm the next Alpha, which means my mate will one day be Luna and co-leader of our pack. It's a huge honor that few Wolves can claim. In order to find my mate, I have to make eye contact with every girl in the room until I finally reach her. That's how it's alway
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"Dad, I beg you, save my mom." "NO WAY." The man was a little cold and pushed her hand. ""The surgery needs one million. One million, daddy, please!"" The girl's tears wet her tender face. The middle-aged man suddenly bit his teeth. He was looking at this beautiful face, then bent down his head slightly. ""Lolo, I can give you money, but you must promise me one thing."" The girl nodded, as long as she could save her mother. ""Then substitute your sister to serve him!"" ""HIM?"" ""Yes."" ""That prince is a fanatic for clean woman. But your sister isn't a virgin. Thus I want you to replace her the first night."" Lolo's slender body instantly softened. With a shudder, she rejected, ""Dad, can I have other choices?"" The middle-aged man clenched her hand coldly, ""I suppose this is the only way to save your mother. But it is up to you. I think your mom can get through another three days, so you need to hurry up and make a decision. If you miss the best period of surgery, she...."" The girl's eyes flashed. She took a deep breath, ""Well, I promise you."" ""Tomorrow night. It would be your first time to serve him. He is the son of Long Group's chairman, you will not suffer."" The man patted her shoulders happily. It was true that all girls in the city want to have sex with this man, except for her. The girl sat softly in the chair, with her eyes dull. Next day, at night, in a presidential suite. In the dimly lit room, the girl sat on the bed in fluster, shivering around her arms. Suddenly, the door opened, a tall and straight figure came in. The light seemed to be broken and all were in darkness. Actually all of this was schemed. The girl on the bed gasped and dillydallied her way forward to the bedside, where the man stood up. She trembly hugged the man's neck, slightly tiptoed, and jerkily kissed the man's cheek. Then she suddenly paused, did not know what else to do and felt her brain was blank. While the man felt hot then approached her. She smelled a bunch of alcohol in his mouth. ""Hum..."" Her lips were sea
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A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch. He kissed my breast, savoring the taste, nibbling on it. I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chel
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A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch. He kissed my breast, savoring the taste, nibbling on it. I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, sending a pleasing shudder down my naked body. "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through min
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Chapter 1 Husband and Bestie It was 9 p.m. and was rainy now. In such a cool autumn night, Lily just stands in front of the villa without an umbrella and her clothes on her shoulders have been wet by the rain. But she doesn’t realize it and still takes off her coat and wrap it around the present that she has prepared carefully. Today is the first anniversary of Lily and Tim. Lily was supposed to be in her mother's house, but she secretly bought a gift to give big a surprise for him. When she walks to the door, her clothes are wet totally. She takes out the key from her pocket and opens the door carefully. Without turning on the light, she stands at the porch and changes her shoes. At the moment of lifting her feet, she sees a pair of red high-heeled shoes on the ground. Lily is shocked and frozen, because she knows clearly that they are not her shoes, and not her size. The heart is just seems to be grasped by a pair of invisible big hands. Lily puts the things in her arms on the ground and walks slowly towards the bedroom on the second floor. The closer she gets, the clearer the coquettish conversation becomes— Oh, Tim... A familiar female voice penetrates the eardrum and is extremely excited. I just know you like it! The man is attached, and certainly, that is her husband Tim's voice. From the corridor to the door, Lily seems to walk on the edge of a knife every step. Even if she can't see what's going on inside, it's not hard to imagine the intensity of the sex just by listening to the voice. Who do you like better, Lily and I The woman suddenly asks, making Lily's heart also up the voice. Then Lily hears a heartbreaking answer, what’s up, are you jealous I've focused myself on sex with you. How can I touch her I have no interest in her! Anybody can’t believe that her husband has never touched her for more than a year from their love to marriage, because he said he doesn't have the ability. But now, her husband is making love with her best friend. Lily just feels that she is a heroine. In such a case, she could bears and not pushes the door until the end of this sex. At the moment of entering the room, she is still shocked, because it is not someone else lying naked with her husband, but her best friend, Jade. From high school to college, and to graduation now, they are always close friends. She has never imagined that one day Jade would lie in her bed just like this. Lily suddenly recalls that every time she goes back to her mother's house, Jade always asks about the time, and never goes to travel with Lily. Lily now realizes that there's a reason for everything Obviously, the two in bed don't expect that Lily, who should be in her mother's home, would appear here, but merely for a moment, Tim again keeps calm and shouts go out!” “Get out” Lily has never been a short-tempered person. But, this time, she can't help her anger in her chest. She glances at the hot kettle on the table, picks it up and throws it to the man and woman on the bed. Disgusting! Dirty! she shouts loudly. Lily, Tim hasn't touched you for such a long time. You should think about it from his position. Jade doesn’t feel ashamed at all, which is really terrible. Oh, god she sneers, shall I say thank you to you Jade, I treat you as a friend. That's how you treat me Other husbands are better, aren't they Lily has never said anything so explicit. Tim looks at her and says, go out first. Don't worry, I won’t stay any more. Lily merely feels it disgusting to look at them more. Tim, just think about how to explain to your mother I won't hide those ugly things for you again! They have married for a year. On the wedding night, Tim told her that he couldn’t have a sex. She though it would get better. Her mother-in-law asked her why she didn't have children. She didn’t say anything. Her mother-in-law asked if she had any physical problems. She lied about it again. But that cause such a horrible thing. Lily just feels that she is too stupid. But in the face of her threats, Tim doesn't even frown. In those years, Lily chased him for so long. There is no bottom
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[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I
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[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I
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[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I moaned, liking the pleasurable pain. My heart raced as he dug harder, faster inside me. Overwhelming lust filled me to the brink and I lifted hi
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Chapter 1 Husband and Bestie It was 9 p.m. and was rainy now. In such a cool autumn night, Lily just stands in front of the villa without an umbrella and her clothes on her shoulders have been wet by the rain. But she doesn’t realize it and still takes off her coat and wrap it around the present that she has prepared carefully. Today is the first anniversary of Lily and Tim. Lily was supposed to be in her mother's house, but she secretly bought a gift to give big a surprise for him. When she walks to the door, her clothes are wet totally. She takes out the key from her pocket and opens the door carefully. Without turning on the light, she stands at the porch and changes her shoes. At the moment of lifting her feet, she sees a pair of red high-heeled shoes on the ground. Lily is shocked and frozen, because she knows clearly that they are not her shoes, and not her size. The heart is just seems to be grasped by a pair of invisible big hands. Lily puts the things in her arms on the ground and walks slowly towards the bedroom on the second floor. The closer she gets, the clearer the coquettish conversation becomes— Oh, Tim... A familiar female voice penetrates the eardrum and is extremely excited. I just know you like it! The man is attached, and certainly, that is her husband Tim's voice. From the corridor to the door, Lily seems to walk on the edge of a knife every step. Even if she can't see what's going on inside, it's not hard to imagine the intensity of the sex just by listening to the voice. Who do you like better, Lily and I The woman suddenly asks, making Lily's heart also up the voice. Then Lily hears a heartbreaking answer, what’s up, are you jealous I've focused myself on sex with you. How can I touch her I have no interest in her! Anybody can’t believe that her husband has never touched her for more than a year from their love to marriage, because he said he doesn't have the ability. But now, her husband is making love with her best friend. Lily just feels that she is a heroine. In such a case, she could bears and not pushes the door until the end of this sex. At the moment of entering the room, she is still shocked, because it is not someone else lying naked with her husband, but her best friend, Jade. From high school to college, and to graduation now, they are always close friends. She has never imagined that one day Jade would lie in her bed just like this. Lily suddenly recalls that every time she goes back to her mother's house, Jade always asks about the time, and never goes to travel with Lily. Lily now realizes that there's a reason for everything Obviously, the two in bed don't expect that Lily, who should be in her mother's home, would appear here, but merely for a moment, Tim again keeps calm and shouts go out!” “Get out” Lily has never been a short-tempered person. But, this time, she can't help her anger in her chest. She glances at the hot kettle on the table, picks it up and throws it to the man and woman on the bed. Disgusting! Dirty! she shouts loudly. Lily, Tim hasn't touched you for such a long time. You should think about it from his position. Jade doesn’t feel ashamed at all, which is really terrible. Oh, god she sneers, shall I say thank you to you Jade, I treat you as a friend. That's how you treat me Other husbands are better, aren't they Lily has never said anything so explicit. Tim looks at her and says, go out first. Don't worry, I won’t stay any more. Lily merely feels it disgusting to look at them more. Tim, just think about how to explain to your mother I won't hide those ugly things for you again! They have married for a year. On the wedding night, Tim told her that he couldn’t have a sex. She though it would get better. Her mother-in-law asked her why she didn't have children. She didn’t say anything. Her mother-in-law asked if she had any physical problems. She lied about it again. But that cause such a horrible thing. Lily just feels that she is too stupid. But in the face of her threats, Tim doesn't even frown. In those years, Lily chased him for so long. There is no bottom
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[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I
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[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I
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[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I
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[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I
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Hot, so hot... She didn’t know if she had drunk too much, Sheng Anran felt her body so hot all over. Vaguely, she seemed to hear the door being pushed open. Barely opening her eyes to the direction of the only light present, Sheng Anran saw several people standing respectfully at the door, to meet a tall man from the other side on the red carpet. The man's long legs stopped and his voice was cold. "Are you sure she is clean?" ”Yes, young master.” ----------------------------------------------------------- -Title: ----------------------------------------------------------- That night two months ago, was the most shameful moment of her life. Because she met her boyfriend and best friend's adul1tery, she went to the bar and drank too much. Someone drugged her wine, and then she was carried into a luxurious suite and got rped! Sheng Anran's cheeks were burning. She dared not go on thinking, so she hurried to change her clothes. In the laboratory, Sheng Anran was busy making a report. Her schoolmate brought back lunch, but the light fishy smell made her stomach burst. "Oh!” She dropped the unfinished experiment and ran to the bathroom for half a day to retch. "Anran, look at your reaction. Did you get pregnant?" Sheng Anran’s face looked even paler as she heard it. Pregnant... That should be a joke, shouldn’t it? But that was the truth! In the laboratory, Sheng Anran was busy making a report. Her schoolmate brought back to lunch, but the light fishy smell made her stomach burst. In the hospital, the female doctor handed over an examination report, and pointed out the location of the fetus: "Miss Sheng, congratulations, you are indeed pregnant! The fetus is stable for about seventy days." As soon as the words came out, Sheng Anran was shocked. She found it difficult to support herself by the wall and tried to maintain the balance of her body. She was pregnant... really pregnant! But she had no idea who the father was! Who was the man who had sex with her that night!? She lingered in the hallway of the hospital for a long time, and finally again rushed into the doctor's office: "I, doctor, I don't want this child, I want an induced abortion." ”What?” The doctor's smile seemed to solidify. He didn't expect this young girl to be so cruel, so he advised: "Miss, what a pity, you want to abandon the baby!" "I... don’t want the child!” Sheng Anran held the doctor's arm more tightly, and begged: " I want an induced abortion, now!" heng Anran took off her shoes and lay down on the operating table. Even when she was prepared, she was still scared. She couldn't have this child. She's a college student and she would be looked down upon... "Baby, I'm sorry..." Caressing the belly, Sheng Anran revealed a trace of reluctance. Just as the operation was about to take place, the door of the operating room was slammed open and some men in black suits swarmed in, instantly making the entire operation room crowded. ”You, who are you?”
Dreame
[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I
Dreame
[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I
Dreame
[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I
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That night two months ago, was the most shameful moment of her life. Because she met her boyfriend and best friend's adul1tery, she went to the bar and drank too much. Someone drugged her wine, and then she was carried into a luxurious suite and got rped! Sheng Anran's cheeks were burning. She dared not go on thinking, so she hurried to change her clothes. In the laboratory, Sheng Anran was busy making a report. Her schoolmate brought back lunch, but the light fishy smell made her stomach burst. "Oh!” She dropped the unfinished experiment and ran to the bathroom for half a day to retch. "Anran, look at your reaction. Did you get pregnant?" Sheng Anran’s face looked even paler as she heard it. Pregnant... That should be a joke, shouldn’t it? But that was the truth! ----------------------------------------------------------- -Title: In the laboratory, Sheng Anran was busy making a report. Her schoolmate brought back to lunch, but the light fishy smell made her stomach burst. In the hospital, the female doctor handed over an examination report, and pointed out the location of the fetus: "Miss Sheng, congratulations, you are indeed pregnant! The fetus is stable for about seventy days." As soon as the words came out, Sheng Anran was shocked. She found it difficult to support herself by the wall and tried to maintain the balance of her body. She was pregnant... really pregnant! But she had no idea who the father was! Who was the man who had sex with her that night!? She lingered in the hallway of the hospital for a long time, and finally again rushed into the doctor's office: "I, doctor, I don't want this child, I want an induced abortion." ”What?” The doctor's smile seemed to solidify. He didn't expect this young girl to be so cruel, so he advised: "Miss, what a pity, you want to abandon the baby!" "I... don’t want the child!” Sheng Anran held the doctor's arm more tightly, and begged: " I want an induced abortion, now!" heng Anran took off her shoes and lay down on the operating table. Even when she was prepared, she was still scared. She couldn't have this child. She's a college student and she would be looked down upon... "Baby, I'm sorry..." Caressing the belly, Sheng Anran revealed a trace of reluctance. Just as the operation was about to take place, the door of the operating room was slammed open and some men in black suits swarmed in, instantly making the entire operation room crowded. ”You, who are you?”
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Build a better golf stroke they said ... Your scores and handicap will come racing down they said... *Insert Years Of Frustration* Here's what most golfers do ... They spend weeks, months and even years trying to fix their putting stroke. Then Jim gets sidetracked and races out and buys a fancy pants new putter for $500, thinking his existing putter has something wrong with it. Problem is the new putter doesn't help at all - only gets him in trouble with his wife for spending the family's vacation money... Mary gets bored with the current technique she's working on and searches for something else. She starts working on her posture and then her alignment. She's convinced this is the way to go because all the "cool" kids are doing this. And Harry, well, poor Harry... Good ole' Harry recommits to his putting game and spends the next 2 months practicing ... Every. Single. Day. But every time he gets to the golf course he has no confidence and, despite all the practice, he is missing more putts than ever. Next up is John. John used to play golf as a kid and plenty of people tell him he has lots of "talent". He has played tennis for years and has won a few local competitions. He's convinced that he's going to be great at golf... ... after all, he's been successful at everything he's ever done. So he buckles down and applies himself. He reads all the books and has lots of lessons. He's diligent. He works out. He takes notes. He even looks at the putt from three sides on EVERY putt. But something strange starts to happen. He feels funny when he's over the ball. His belly rumbles. His mind spins. He gets tight in the throat. His mouth gets dry. He can't feel his hands. And then it happens... ... Yip. A horrible little flinch on the shortest of short putts. The ball doesn't hit the hole. He can't believe what he just did (and nor can his playing buddies) A sense of embarrassment comes over him. "Did you see that putt, it took a bad bounce...", he said But he knew it wasn't a poor bounce. He knows deep down that he yipped it. And badly. And then the panic sets in. Each and every putt he now takes feels the same. He feels like he's got no chance to sink it - no matter how short it is. In fact, the shorter the putt, the more self-doubt and fear he feels. His putting game gives him sleepless nights. He can't walk onto the green without feeling sick. He fumbles around and tries anything not to keep embarrassing himself. And here's the worst part... The harder he tries the worse things become. And nothing makes sense. Why has golf/putting so hard? It's one step forward and two (or 3, 4 or 5) back. Arghhh! Chances are it's probably not your stroke that's holding you back (or your equipment) Only a small percentage of golfers (my research says 2%) can make all that technical instruction work for them. So everyone else needs something else. So what's the answer? You need a process that works with your learning system instead of against... Where you can walk onto any putting green and have supreme confidence that you'll be able to sink the putt A way to have your best putting stroke present itself when you need it most (even when you're feeling nervous and you have a super-important putt to make) And a way so you can putt your best WITHOUT needing to think about 127 different things each time you play. I've helped over 10,146 golfers from every golf playing nation on earth ... ... putt with more confidence, sink more putts and shoot lower scores. All without stupid technical advice... As a result, I've found that no matter your current playing level (PGA Tour star to weekend warrior) There's pretty much a foolproof way of unlocking your very best putting game... Regardless of your age, sex or athletic ability. At the end of the day, we all have the same capacity to learn, but sadly, most of the technical stuff you're trying, disrupts your system. But I have some exciting news for you! I've detailed every step of my "natural" process into an easy-to-read book. I have recently upda