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Tour the Unknown

Tour the Unknown

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"And you really think that I cared about you?" If that came from a different person, Mazarine wouldn't feel this crushed. Hopeless with life, Mazarine Eliena had been left out since the age of 6. Her mom passed away due to Lung Cancer- an excessive smoker, that's what her mom is. She had been treated as a toy as she was being passed from an aunt to another, came from a fact that they do not want to add another burder from their already falling life. But at the age of 8, a blessing in disguise came to help her. But is it really a disguise though? - O N G O I N G -
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Mavis Spencer was rude, mean and so infuriating but yet so damn tempting. I should have left her alone, but like she says I am an idiot. She just walked into my life and ravaged it like a tornado. With no shame or guilt, just no care at all. Or that's what I thought until I got to know the real her. She is so much more than what she shows, complicated but worth the fight. I'm determined to prove her how worth it, she is. June Moraine was too nice, too happy, too friendly to be true. He should have left me alone, I'm not someone to befriend and surely not to love, I've learned that the hard way. But even as I tried my hardest to push him away, he seemed to have made his mission to prove me how wrong I am. *** "Tell me what you like?" Grabbing a handful of his hair and tilted it so I could look at him. I kept dry humping on him, and I felt myself coming closer and closer. It usually takes so much time to build me up, but this sight of him feels like a daydream. His eyebrows knitted together and his lips parted slightly as I pushed myself harder on him. "I asked you a question, June." his hooded eyes finally focus on me and he hums, "You. I like whatever you do to me."

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