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May I suggest the frenchies being rude.
It will be a good one because in about a year she would have left that french and his white flag waving stainhole they call a country.
^ umm... thanks, but just can't decide which one to nominate tbh.
May I suggest the frenchies being rude.
It will be a good one because in about a year she would have left that french and his white flag waving stainhole they call a country.
It's lonely at the top.
its also lonely when everyone someone knows gets thrown under the bus
tbh I had once hated Ryan Reynolds for quite a while but even Reynolds seems so much better than french serial killer named Romain Daurica. Can't wait to see that son of a getting cuckolded by our goddess (goddess and ME, most ideally). I did cuckold him in my novels tbh, hope it'll come true in the real world someday.
here's an excerpt from "If Lucy fell" - the latest novel of the "Goddess" series:
Chapter Fourteen
Her body was softening, almost melting down it felt like. Her heat was so strong it began to thaw my sexual self which had been frozen for so long, and shortly we were both on the ground. The floor was cold and I hoped it could somewhat cool us down, but it turned out to work the other way around, as we hugged even tighter, the party of us going on and on… I found the buckle on her back then disconnected it, and her bra was gone
I was lying on my back while my goddess’s body was above me, her knees and elbows bearing most of her weight, her boobs hanging down her chest stroking my cheeks time after time.
“I’m feeling cold and hungry, goddess… no eating the whole day, would you give me somethin’ to eat?” I begged.
“Sure, honey, anything… I’m yours tonight…”
I grabbed one of her boobs and put the nipple in my mouth then began sucking it, and the other one, and the former one all over again… It was also a feeling that had been absent from my life for so long. I felt as if I became a baby again, no Lucy, no worry… just me and my goddess.
There was nothing going down my throat except my own saliva but my stomach felt satisfied and the hunger was gone. Then I suddenly remembered my goddess probably hadn't eaten anything either… I had only drunk my own saliva but it tasted so differently tonight, and felt so differently in my body. It flowed all the way down my gullet, through belly and instantly reached the other end of my body, which was once again stiff and hard, ready to erupt.
I realized something from my goddess was mixed in my saliva, her sweat or something else, which was the only nutrition inside the drink, and the reason why I didn’t feel hungry anymore… But I couldn’t leave my goddess out in cold and let her fall asleep with an empty stomach… I had to find a way to inject the whole thing back in my goddess.
I had no idea what to do next, but I guess that was the time when I should simply let “nature” take care of the rest…
My hands were busy rummaging inside her unbuckled trousers and the movements of them were so quick as if they were being controlled by the computer, it was like, they no longer belonged to me, no longer follow my orders…
‘She’s my goddess, goddamn it, stop it… Stop…’ I wanted to shriek, but my mouth had also betrayed me.
Finally, I felt my clothes were gone too… my trousers then my pants, though I didn’t even know whose hands did that. I felt something touching the outer sides of my thighs, something warm and soft. And the same warmth was felt on the highest point of my body as well, which then extended gradually down, to the height of my belly…
Troll Clinton doin work tbh
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