MESSY EATER | 18++

MESSY EATER | 18++

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𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝔂, 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭... [WARNING: This story contains graphically depicted sexual content, strong language and other mature themes that may be triggering to some readers. Readers below 20 years of age are strongly advised to skip this story. Read at your own risk!] *** "Well, aren't you a messy eater?" She tilted her eyes up, her long falsies batting delicately as his sticky cream dripped off of her plump, well-injected pink lips. She used her sharp tongue to lick it all clean, him watching as the tip of her tongue swirled up and down-- reminding him of the way she'd worked that tongue on his cock only seconds ago. "But you like a messy eater, don't you..." She purred, smacking her lips as she continued to stroke his d*ck with her slender hand, back and forth over his thick length that still stood hard and pulsating "daddy?" *** This is the tale of an assassin named Jisa-- a femme fatale out for blood. But when her most trusted ally turns out to be her worst enemy, she has to pick sides and forge her own future amidst a bloody revenge and a dangerous love...
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After losing her grandmother and her home, Mara takes a job as a housemaid for a wealthy couple. The mistress treats her cruelly, but the master is kind-too kind. As Mara and Alexander's forbidden connection grows, dark secrets begin to surface. Will she break free or remain trapped in velvet chains? ------------------------------------------------------------------ He settled between my thighs, kissing a line down my stomach, tongue flicking, teasing. He paused, looking up at me with a wicked grin. "God, you're perfect," he said. "And you're gonna let me ruin you, aren't you?" I moaned, already halfway undone. Then his mouth was on me-hot, greedy, devastating. His tongue parted me with sinful precision, slow and thorough like he had all the time in the goddamn world. Each flick, each swirl was calculated, torturously perfect, like he'd studied exactly how to undo me. He groaned into me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my core. One strong hand gripped my thigh, fingers digging in possessively as I writhed beneath him, helpless against the onslaught. "Fuck, Mara," he murmured against me, his voice low and reverent, like prayer wrapped in filth. "You taste like heaven and sin. So fucking sweet. So wet for me." I whimpered, hips lifting involuntarily, chasing his mouth. "That's it, baby," he growled, licking a slow, deliberate stripe up my slit. "Grind on my face. Show me how bad you want it."

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