SHORT SPICY STORIES

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s in surrender. "I wi

lge

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st. I say w

e I want to hear him

can maintain the code

my prisoner

ka!" I shout to the

t of

al

is eyes go down on

have the most entici

aze is stuck

dressed rather too in

-of course-my cleava

through my satin mate

mal for

t

ad in skimps; mostly a

and another wrapping t

st parts o

ka

nipples are protrudin

ven a little, one can

t

ea's attire is moderat

r tho

i

s thick thighs. On top

sped by his arms. Slee

olled

h

ing to keep his chest w

huge form has o

sh him forward once

g like me I'm a slu

e

in the Forests of

orse. And Loka is n

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serves to rest, right

to look over hi

are. But I do observe

nce you keep y

al

whispers, still walk

e

hurt anyone if we al

to

umb

al

sitting position on th

I walk past him to l

to

umbling, "A captor c

Come on now. You cann

ight nex

N

on'

al

king at him now, he d

d at

ou

since we met. Is there

as he stands

i

. Too intimidating tha

king wher

n

at him. Instead, I sta

s perching an

al

index and thumb fingers

n, yet my eyes

Y

look at me, huh? Doe

ch

not loo

h

ns forward, tilting a b

i

mine, and my heart sk

It's not s

o

ow my shrinking self s

he disp

empting to exhaust ev

out of nowhere with

he

stards are here! Par

h

I push Azalea backwar

as the noise of crun

od

er

hing toward us, and w

ho th

behind me the next m

ds remain by our side

t into our attackers'

o

al

flanked between us. He

he chain connecting h

r whooshes past us, the

ng cl

h

burst out of t

t

hey're Azalea's loyal

faithful dogs he has t

t they even track him

enge two Firnes;

he

eir deaths already,"

irming my o

h

ie her

ce the full darkness d

el

h

now is the yelling c

chain grazing my wris

move

smell