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e shattered bottle of champagne now stung badly. I didn't care about the people that were watching me. I had to feed m
was thumping hard against my chest. I had seen this coming, that was why I had begged to be excused fro
ntrol myself. Since there was nobody else around, I was going to do it myself. I was going to touch
My breasts leaped free and one of them lay on the cold tile. I squeezed one of
s tonight's entertainment. There was no need for the ball anymo
wollen already and when I touched it, a jolt of ecstasy ran through my sp
ng from the crowd had ceased ages ago as well. I was the
of embarrassment I had faded away when I crashed on the ground. I was consumed by my lust and the need for it to be
could hear my brother y
is voice seemed to be coming from far away
tion. I was warm and wet, a heavenly combination. I was too busy plungin
ear I could hear Alpha Finn groaning. Was he under attack?
it!" I could hear
r with his tux stained with blood. His hair was ruffled and he had cuts on his chee
ng that I could hear was the sound of intimidatin
seemed he was here to discipline me as well. I ruined the party for everyone. B
ance and made a scenario of him, ramming his cock in
strong pair of hands grab me, lifting me off the tiles. I look
it around my bare body, covering me from
s icy blue eyes stared down at me, making my heart skip many beats. His
I realized what was going on, I found myself standing on my feet. My kne
rning, my chest heaving as the in
se of erotic satisfaction to me. I was tempted to tell him to do
ill," he
tent and I couldn't help but lean on his shoulder. My grip on consciousness
didn't need to be told that we were outside. I could hear the sound of a car before I felt comf
as cold as the night's breeze w
ldn't help but tremble in excitement. The intensity of my heat had reduced, but I s
him say, a mum
touch was strong yet gentle, and it made my
ry vision and with tears rolling down my cheeks from the intensity of my urges, I could se
couldn't hold back the words that hung in my throat like a ch
e," I b
his well chiseled jawline stretch
the way he spoke ignited a flame of l
y we
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