HEY AMIGOS. This is a one shot shmex book. Different shmexual situations and desires being explored. Love you all my horney lil jeally beans, i hope you all enjoy the smut Please be nice ;^) -- Sincerely your friend who finds everything dirty

အထက်တန်းမှာ ကြိုက်ခဲ့တဲ့အချစ်ဦးလေးနဲ့ 3နှစ်ကြာပြီးနောက် ပြန်တွေ့သောအခါ...

Collection of different Indian short stories.

sex horizon အသစ်သို့ခြေဆန့်ခြင်း {နှင်းဝေလွင်စာအုပ်ကိုမှီငြမ်းထားပါသည်}

𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 Book 3 Unforgivable Series #2 Where should your husband be when you're having a difficult, risky pregnancy? Right by your side! Where was he though? With his childhood best friend and business partner, partying, kissing and making out or worse. All marriages have ups and downs, but once you take a one-way route of cheating, there is No Going Back.

18+စာဖြစ်သဖြင့် ချင့်ချိန်ဖတ်ပါရန်🥝🥝

Smutt Fluff Maybe angst this will contain lesbian, gay and straight (if it's straight, the male will not be dominant it's all femdom.) BDSM

Tasker kode Zero telah hidup dalam 99 dunia berbeda. Gadis itu menjalankan berbagai misi, mengubah takdir, dan memainkan peran yang tak terhitung jumlahnya. Dan ini adalah misinya yang terakhir, sebagai Selina, putri asli dari keluarga kaya raya. Namun setelah 99 dunia dan misi yang melelahkan, Selina sudah tidak lagi bersemangat. Apa salahnya kalau dia tidur saja? Apa salahnya kalau kali ini... dia membiarkan segalanya berjalan tanpa campur tangan? Sayangnya, dunia ke-100 tidak memberinya kemewahan untuk beristirahat. Kali ini, ia mendapatkan Sistem Gosip, yang terus-menerus menggoda dengan gosip-gosip terlalu menarik untuk diabaikan. Lebih parah lagi, untuk mendapatkan akses ke gosip-gosip tersebut, ia harus men-stalker Dexton, CEO nomor satu yang dikenal dingin dan misterius. Tapi yang Selina tidak ketahui adalah, setiap percakapan antara dirinya dan Sistem bisa didengar oleh keluarganya... serta Dexton sendiri.

𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐗 𝐉𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧. In a world that screams, I stand in despair, My voice drowned out, lost in the air. Chains of tradition tighten each day, I long to escape, but I'm forced to stay. Each breath I take feels heavy and torn, Every mistake a scar I've worn. I crave a sky where I can be free, Away from the walls that imprison me. For now, I sit with my heart in pain, Silent, yet screaming, again and again. Though shattered, a spark in me still survives, Dreaming of freedom where my soul can rise.

On my wife's birthday, I rushed back from another city overnight. But the one who opened the door was my male assistant, wearing my bathrobe. "Mr. Lucas, I came to report to Ms. Johnson, and accidentally got caught in the rain, so I took a shower. Please don't misunderstand." "There's nothing to explain." My wife, also in a bathrobe, walked out of the bathroom with a look of disdain on her face. Her gaze towards me was full of contempt. "Aren't you supposed to be on a business trip? Why are you back?" I paused for a moment, then shook my head and gave a light laugh. "It's nothing. Just came back to grab a few documents." I casually tossed the carefully chosen birthday gift into the trash bin, then sent a message to my lawyer. "Help me draft a divorce agreement."