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Chapter 349: Morning
If it goes well, you will never have to use your old name ever again. – Nico
Pagan loved waking up in the morning with Shiloh in bed with him. Most mornings, he woke up with her sucking on his cock. Or his balls. Or moving between the two.This morning was no different. He moaned as his hips thrust up and she took him all the way down to his base.“Fuck, babe.” Pagan growled.She hollowed her cheeks and bobbed up and down on him. His hands fisted in her hair and guided her as she bobbed, and he thrust. Pagan pulled her off him and towards him for a kiss.“I need in you.” He said between kisses.Her hands moved to his shoulders as she moved up his body. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Shiloh wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Moving his mouth to her neck, Pagan guided her onto his cock.“Pagan.” She sighed as his head pressed against her folds, sliding into her slickness.He growled againRelated chapters
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Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 5: Girls
I will not have a disgusting thing such as that in my house. – JohnDaddyRiffraff looked at his phone. Although he was still up, it was later than when Angel was usually awake. He clicked the button and called her but it went to voicemail. His phone chimed and he looked at the new message. Can you come get meJohn kicked me out“The hell he did.” Riffraff muttered as he typed out a quick reply. He tucked his phone back into his pocket and then quickly dispatched the remaining three solid balls on the table. Picking up the twenty dollars, he passed his pool stick to Werewolf. “Everything OK?” the man asked concerned. “I gotta go get my daughter.” He said angrily as he pulled his keys out of his pocket and went out the front door.It was a clear night and there was not much traffic. He wasn’t sure what was going on. But he would get to the bottom of it. Obviously Crystal’s husband forgot who actually owned the house they lived in. Pulling up to the house, he saw his daughter sitti
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