"Everything here is at my command, including you." He said as he started to run his hands over my breasts.
"Tell me, are you already wet for me?"
"No."
"Then if I touch you here, won't it fill with juice? Are you ready for my cock to slide in?"
He whispered as his hand finally reached into my panties. He moved his fingers between my pussy lips. I let out a moan at the wonderful sensation...
"Shit, you're a slut, aren't you?" He whispered.
L...

Her father plans to marry her off to a man she has never met. But it was against her will, so she run away. And then she met the man who made her heart race in an instant. As she grew closer to him, she discovered that he was planning to marry someone else. Even though she was hurt, she let him go, but she later discovered that the man she was planning to marry and the man she loved were the same people.
She has her own life to live, and no one has the authority to tell her what she should do a...

Plot and Description:
In the heart of Paris, "Passionate Encounters in Paris" unfolds as a tale of forbidden love and profound connection between Alexander Laurent, a driven American entrepreneur, and Amélie Dubois, a talented local artist. Their serendipitous meeting at an art gallery sparks an immediate attraction, drawing them into a whirlwind romance amidst the city's enchanting backdrop.
Amidst the iconic landmarks and cobblestone streets, Alexander and Amélie navigate the complexities of ...

“You are a pet that I must tame,” he said, slightly stammering. It was clear he was trying to use Earth’s human language.
The Ravis race was indeed highly intelligent; with their abilities, they could quickly learn human languages and mimic human behaviors.
“Let me go! I’m not an animal! I’m not your pet!” screamed Belinda. “You strange creature!”
“What does ‘strange creature’ mean?” the Ravis asked.
“You are the strange creature. Red-eyed vampire freak!” snapped Belinda.
The Ravis stared a...

The day my father was arrested, William Scott appeared like a storm. "I'll clear your father's debts and cover your mother's medical bills," he said, his voice cold as steel. "But from this moment on, you belong to me."
I became his—bound by his money, his anger, and the tragedy that tied our families together. Every night, his touch was a cruel mix of desire and revenge. "You'll pay for what your father did," he'd whisper, his breath hot against my skin. His relentless intensity left me torn be...