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Hello dear readers... I am not the English fluent hope you can still understand my English and the story as well. Heheh. Feel free to comment. Thanks!
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I WANT to complain about what she’s doing, but I can no longer move and fight back. I feel weak. She lifted me and turned me around. She even pats the thing behind. Then she poked deeply hard.The show is over and I can hear nothing in the living room except the crashing and enjoying moment between both of our me*t. I was so sweaty that I couldn’t feel the air con. She doesn’t stop until she’s finished. It was as if she wanted to kill the way his long thing entered and exploded inside mine. I was so full, and every vein inside me seemed to throb. Until my knees weakened down.I was fainting when my body trembled because of resistance and an incredibly different way of becoming one. She rested his inside until she came back and with the last stab; she stabbed it inside. I just felt the flow of both juices flowing down my legs. I was so weak that I lay down and fell on the carpet.She stood up and ran over to me. She leaned over to hug me.
“WHATEVER I told you yesterday, that’s all true. I didn’t fake that to beg. I hope you understand,” she said again.I still don’t say a word while her eyes are on the road, focus on driving.“Just stop here,” I said in a low voice as she approached the building I was occupying.“Do you live here?” she asked checking the building.“Thank you for the lift,” I replied without answering her question.I pushed the car door and immediately went down and walk straight going inside.When I arrived, the guard who noticed me greeted me. “Ma’am, what you are delivering has arrived. We just put it here in our room. Would you like to bring it up? The delivery guy leave even I told him not to leave it here and just wait for you to come back but he is stubborn.”I just nodded at what the guard said. “Can you please bring it up?”“Yes, ma&rsqu
I DIDN’T get surprised when someone knocks on my main door. No matter how many times I push him away, he will still squeeze and force himself towards me. I don’t even know how many more times I have to drive him away. Maybe it will be a miracle that I have to wait for him to change his mind and he will stop himself pursuing. I force myself to stand up. Fortunately, I changed into more comfortable clothes. I am wearing a big white t-shirt paired with jogging pants. I put on a jacket underneath my shirt to cover my melons that have no brassier. It is not ercted but with the kind of attitude that Bellevera has., for sure, he will think of something else. I don’t want to be the reason for him to be tempted again. I don’t want to give a dmn and make a bad impression; I mean a carnal impression. I made heavy steps approaching the door. I felt a heavy expression opening the door. I frowned my face after opening the door and crosses my arms over my chest. I don’t want to fac
“ARE you out of your mind? Are you going to kill yourself!” I couldn’t stop myself worrying about the speed he did while he’s driving the car and trying to fly in on the road.We are just behind those vehicles when others are in front of us. Now we are ahead of the cars and he seems to have an opponent racing the car.“Stop this. Bellevera,” I pleaded. It’s not like I wanted to die, but if I die, I don’t want to be with Bellevera.I really couldn’t understand why he was so dead serious about me and mad to have me in his arms, even though I knew he didn’t love me at all.After a while, his car returned to normal speed. He stops competing with a demon.“I’ll take you home.”I turned violently to look at him. His eyes were focused on the road as he drives forward.“No way! I will not go with you. Stop the car, I’m going down,” I said in refusa
EACH of our families planned to continue what has been postponed, and that is the engagement. I’m just delaying it so as not to go on because I really don’t want to be engaged or wedded. I sat on the sofa next to my mom while the two-person, Mister Bellevera and his son Ezekiel Bellevera, sat next to each other and facing us. They were in our house that morning and nothing seemed to stop Bellevera from our engagement. It was past nine o’clock when his father and Bellevera came into our house to discuss our engagement. I could clearly see Bellevera’s grin telling me he was the winner at this moment. “Let’s start with the dress,” my mom started. It was obvious to my mom’s face that she wanted the engagement to be grandiose, even it wasn’t a wedding at all. Mom clapped once, and the maid came carrying five kinds of magazines. The maid laid it on the center table. Mom separated it and then showed it to Mister Steve B