The Night I Stopped Pretending I Was a Good Girl …..
I walk toward him slowly, hips rolling, blonde hair falling over my breasts. When I reach him I straddle his lap, grinding my bare pussy against the hard ridge in his trousers. I take his hand and press it between my legs so he can feel how wet I already am.
I've been thinking about your mouth all day, I whisper, guiding two of his fingers inside me. I ride them, slow at first, then faster, my small body rocking, tits bouncing right in front of his face. He leans in and sucks a nipple into his mouth, tongue circling, teeth grazing. I moan and grab his hair.
I unbuckle him, pull his cock out thick, heavy, already leaking. I slide down until I'm on my knees between his thighs. I look up at him through my lashes while I lick the head, then take him as deep as my small mouth will allow.
Spit runs down my chin. I gag a little on purpose, eyes watering, because I know he likes it. One of his hands fists in my blonde hair and he fucks my throat in short, controlled thrusts.
When he pulls me up I'm dripping down my thighs. He lifts me like I weigh nothing and carries me to the bed, spreading my legs wide. His tongue finds my clit immediately flat, wet, relentless. I come the first time with my thighs shaking around his head, crying out, fingers tangled in his hair.
He doesn't stop. He flips me onto my stomach, pulls my hips up so my ass is in the air, and sinks into me in one long stroke. I'm so tight around him I can feel every inch. He fucks me hard, one hand gripping my hip, the other reaching around to rub my clit. The sound of skin slapping fills the room. I push back onto him, taking him deeper, moaning his name.
He pulls out, turns me over, and slides back in while I wrap my legs around him. My small body is completely covered by his. He kisses me while he fucks me, deep and slow now, grinding against my clit with every thrust. I come again, clenching around him, nails digging into his back.
He doesn't last much longer. He buries himself to the hilt and comes inside me with a groan, filling me up. I feel it leaking out around his cock as he keeps moving, slower now, riding it out.
We stay like that for a while, his weight on me, my blonde hair stuck to my sweaty neck. I smile against his chest, already thinking about round two.
Robert Downey Jr. went from being the heart of the MCU as Iron Man to returning as one of Marvel’s most dangerous villains, Doctor Doom.
Tony Stark sacrificed everything to save the universe in Avengers: Endgame. Now, RDJ’s return in a completely different role could change the MCU forever.
The man who once said “I am Iron Man” might now become the Avengers’ greatest nightmare.
i fingered my wife's friend and my búşty wife enjoyed
Everyone loves a búşty wife, and that is my wife. So recently we went to a rave with her best friend and her husband too. my wife was beside her friend husband while i was beside her friend.
We did it for fun but her friend started shaking her așș in front of me so i fíngêrêd her there. She really enjoyed it and beside us my wife was being fingered too and kìșșed.
After that we went back to our place and just started fùckìng. After i fùckèd my wife i told her fùck her friend husband while i fùckèd her best friend.
Then we started fùckìng each others girl and that happened the whole night. That was only the beginning night.
Cersei: “If the world turned against you, Jaime, would you still come back to me?”
Jaime: “I crossed half the world for you. What makes you think a few enemies would stop me?”
Cersei: “Because you are no longer the man who left King’s Landing.”
Jaime: “And you are no longer the woman I remember.”
Cersei: “Do you regret loving me?”
Jaime: “Every day.”
Cersei’s expression hardens.
Cersei: “Then why are you still here?”
Jaime: “Because regretting something and wishing it had never happened are two different things.”
Cersei: “You think you can leave me and become a better man?”
Jaime: “No. I think I can leave you and finally discover whether there was ever a better man inside me.”
Cersei: “And if you discover there wasn’t?”
Jaime looks at her, his golden hand resting at his side.
Jaime: “Then at least I will know I tried.”
Cersei: “You were supposed to be the one person who would never abandon me.”
Jaime: “I know.”
Cersei: “You promised me that we would face the world together.”
Jaime: “We did, Cersei. And somewhere along the way, we became the very thing we were fighting against.”
Cersei steps closer, her voice suddenly quieter.
Cersei: “I don’t know how to live in a world without you.”
Jaime: “Neither do I.”
Cersei: “Then stay.”
For a moment, Jaime looks as though he might surrender.
Jaime: “Ask me to stay because you love me, not because you are afraid of being alone.”
Cersei opens her mouth, but no words come.
Jaime: “That is what I have wanted from you my entire life.”
Cersei: “I did love you.”
Jaime: “I know. That was what made leaving so difficult.”
He turns toward the door.
Cersei: “Jaime?”
He stops.
Cersei: “If you walk out of that door, you may never see me again.”
Jaime: “I know, Cersei.”
Cersei: “And you can live with that?”
Jaime looks back at the woman he has loved since childhood.
Jaime: “I don’t know. But for once, I have to learn how to live with myself.”
And for the first time in their lives, the Kingslayer walks away without looking back.
The rain was relentless the night
Cassian Vance lost everything. He was 34, a brilliant architect with a massive career ahead of him, driving home from the biggest presentation of his life. Then, a semi truck hydroplaned, crossed the median, and hit him head-on.
It was a miracle he even survived. Paramedics spent an hour cutting him out of the crushed metal, and he spent the next three weeks in a medically induced coma with a severe traumatic brain injury. His wife, Elena, and their five year old daughter, Lily, barely left his side, praying he would just wake up.
But when Cassian finally opened his eyes, the relief in the room instantly vanished.
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Part 5 - The Battle Nobody Expected
The gorge was silent except for the sound of dripping water.
Lukas followed enormous tracks across the rocks until he reached a cavern filled with broken eggshells and shattered stones.
Then the Serpent King appeared.
Its head rose above the rocks, and its enormous body coiled around the cavern entrance. Its eyes fixed on Lukas.
The creature opened its jaws.
A roar shook the mountain.
Nachtklaue stepped in front of Lukas, growling.
But Lukas raised his hand.
Stay.
The wolf hesitated, then obeyed.
Lukas noticed a deep wound beneath the serpent’s scales. A broken iron spear was lodged near its neck.
The serpent was not simply angry.
It was suffering.
Lukas placed his weapons on the ground and slowly approached.
The serpent struck.
He threw himself behind a boulder as its jaws smashed the rock where he had stood. He escaped another strike by crawling through a narrow passage, but the creature cornered him against the cavern wall.
For the first time in his life, Lukas felt true fear.
He could not overpower the serpent.
He could not outrun it forever.
So he did the only thing he knew.
He stopped fighting.
Looking into its golden eyes, he whispered, “I know you’re hurting. I’m not here to take anything from you.”
The serpent hissed and lowered its enormous head.
Lukas reached toward the spear.
The creature snapped its jaws inches from his hand.
He froze.
Then, slowly, the serpent moved its head aside.
With all his strength, Lukas pulled the broken spear free.
The serpent writhed in agony. Its tail smashed against the cavern walls, sending rocks crashing down. Lukas shielded himself beneath an overhang as Nachtklaue dragged him away from the falling debris.
For several moments, everything was dust and darkness.
Then the trembling stopped.
Lukas looked up.
The Serpent King lay before him, wounded but alive.
And for the first time in a thousand years, the ancient creature bowed its head to a human being.
But the greatest test had not yet come.
SHARED..
So I have decided, after experiencing domestic ab*se by my husband in my own home, that I will not be leaving my home. Perhaps people think that’s the wrong decision, but it’s not. This is my home too. I contributed to the down payment. I decorated it. I planted the gardens in the backyard. I put my heart and soul into this place. I’ve spent 10 years cleaning it every day, mopping, vacuuming, and dusting.
Someone decides to hurt me in my own home, and they don’t get to stay while I’m forced to leave. I get to stay!
Why should I have to give up MY home because someone else broke the law and hurt me? I am the victim.
I’ve been part of a tight-knit fantasy football group chat with six of my childhood friends for over ten years. We talk every single day. Last week, one of the guys, Ryan, accidentally sent a screen recording to the main chat instead of his girlfriend. He deleted it within three seconds, but I had already clicked the notification.