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Forbidden Agreements About Tattoo Again
Moreau's lips unconsciously parted to interpret what Abihirt had just said. Undress... it was some kind of dirty order. Asked in such an impetuous manner, that she considered the possibility here too dangerous, especially the statement about Barbara's departure some time ago. They had freedom, but Moreau didn't want to. Not at a time like this, when her stepfather had come to ask for help. Then they shouldn't be doing anything else. "We just got back from a long trip, Abi. I'm not in the mood for sex with you." Inching backwards, the corner of Moreau's throat moved roughly to find Abihirt still towering there; so calm; staring back at her with an expression on his face that was unreadable. There was regret where she was helpless as Abihirt leaned in to simply brush away the remaining distance between them. Both of the man's hands pressed down on the bed. An action that urged Moreau to more carefully dive into her stepfather's gray eyes. Abihirt wouldn't say anythi
Forbidden Agreements All of Them
The sound of the bed crashing confirmed that Abihirt had agreed to go back up. It was worth pointing out that those piercing gray eyes never left any detail of Moreau's actions; just as she grasped the edge of the cloth wrapped around her body. "Can you close your eyes for a moment, Abi?" Still hoping there was a certain tolerance when the sight of being naked was not immediately devoured by Abihirt. Moreau wanted a little privacy, even if it would sound ridiculous in the end. "I've seen it all and will see it later too." Abihirt's deep, husky voice was calm, barely implying anything. Moreau knew. She silently swallowed harshly, then immediately turned her back on her stepfather. It was better than blatantly removing one cloth after another at his unreasonable request. Moreau could feel the ends of the hair that reached almost to her hips. It was too long, but Moreau had no interest in cutting it or simply looking for a new style of cut. The secon
Forbidden Agreements Wide Open
Abihirt wasn't fully clothed, so it was most likely fixated on some part of the abdomen that looked absolutely ripe with fuzz if looked at more seriously."What do you want?" asked Moreau with a shiver of anticipation in her voice. Hardly able to do anything about the movement of Abihirt's hand that pushed aside the long strands of hair dangling in front. Now the man could observe in its entirety the shape of the healthy breasts in the bra—which looked like they were about to come out with a fairly close line of cleavage. Moreau was sure her face would already be flushed at the sudden change in atmosphere between them. Only, everything Abihirt did barely gave a hint. She was surprised to find the man suddenly bend down, then pull off the lacy underwear to hold on tightly, with the veins of his hand poking out there. "Open your legs wider, Moreau." "Wh-what?" Moreau almost choked on her own saliva as she asked the question. Damn it, she could not face he
Forbidden Agreements Tattoo Studio
"Where are we going?" Moreau raised her voice slightly, but her stepfather's body had already disappeared behind the door. The sudden tension felt like it was scattering and trying to get her lost. Should she acquiesce or stay in the room and Abihirt would come back and say everything she never wanted to hear? It was hard to decide. Really hard to had a good prospect in mind. Nevertheless, Moreau ultimately makes a choice that feels very tricky. She had repeatedly wanted to deny it, but being stranded here was a serious approach. There was no going back... when with Abihirt, their steps seemed to be facing an obsolete achievement. The man had never said that they were coming to the tattoo parlor. This really felt like an introduction. Moreau's attention was never-endingly fixed on the scenery around her. Everything that unfolded clearly to her eyes always seemed interesting. There was a wide variety of sample images displayed in almost every corner of
Forbidden Agreements Make it Right
"I'm scared," she spoke nervously, knowing that when Abihirt didn't respond directly, the man was probably thinking about something. "Your mother?" Until that one question suddenly came like an electric shock, and Moreau couldn't deny that she nodded immediately. Still about Barbara, about something that could never be controlled. "I'm afraid my mother is angry," she said, almost unconsciously dropping her attention to the sketch of a thorny rose with budding petals. Beautiful. Let alone if they add red. How Moreau imagined it would be on one of her body parts. "She won't know anything." Abihirt's statement sounded like a soft whisper. The man was trying to persuade her to get a tattoo, was he?Moreau tried to understand something that didn't feel right here. Abihirt had a purpose as to why they were still faced with various uncertain decisions. At least there were provisions where she detected a desire that seemed to be trying to cross a forbiddin
Forbidden Agreements Breast Clamp
Having been asked to wait here for some time did not make Moreau flare up with fixation. Indeed, there was no clue as to where Abihirt had gone after they set foot in the palatial mansion and away from Barbara's knowledge; the man had simply escorted her to remain silent in one room so empty. Equipped only with a few familiar tools after they left the tattoo studio. Moreau should underline that she did nothing there. At the very least, getting a tattoo on one of the body parts. They left immediately after Abihirt's business was done. Yeah, when the man's business was done, while not tucked away the information in this place started to show something specific. Moreau did not understand how her stepfather had various tattooing tools complete with disposable materials, and the man still took her to a place just to introduce some things, where Moreau could guess the devices called machines or just needles and ink. At least she was still waiting until Abihirt returned
Forbidden Agreements They Start
"I'm scared. You didn't even tell me which part of my body you would choose when tattooing." Moreau almost shook her head faintly, when she then gasped at the light touch that brushed aside the strands of hair in front of her chest. "Under your breast. It won't hurt." The man whispered. An act of persuasion, but it seemed to push Moreau into a huge dilemma. Not knowing how to make a decision. Abihirt's request was like an unreasonable seduction. Her stepfather was going to tattoo her under the chest, probably close to the ribs, while she had to deal with the crisis of a clamped nipple. "I'm still scared, Abi." Moreau shook her head vaguely. Trying to avoid eye contact regarding the various stipulations she had to face. All the warnings in her mind were still forbidding. Still wishing she was sane enough to go one step too far towards sex games based on Abihirt's wishes. "You need to try it. At least once." Not knowing why Moreau seemed trapp
Forbidden Agreements Horny
The tattoo would be done. Following how serious Abihirt was when he was working on something. It was times like these that made Moreau take advantage of the situation to observe Abihirt's face for too long. A little sure the man understood the impact where she started to breathe heavily, whether it was from feeling the touch on the sides of her breasts, perhaps the nipple clamps that were still tightening there, or even... when it was all realized by a half naked body that Moreau didn't have the best ability to adapt to. "Are you okay?" Abihirt's deep, hoarse voice sounded slow as he let his gray irises stare into her eyes. The man paused for a moment. Perhaps he was done. Moreau did not feel the needle prickling, but rather had to swallow harshly, at least to find the best words after the long silence between them. "Ya. Just a little horny." Not knowing why she suddenly wanted to tell the truth. Hoping it wasn't something wrong and how unexpectedly he
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Forbidden Agreements Snarling
There was something odd about her mother's statement. Moreau didn't think she had ever reflected anything to the woman, but the knowledge in Barbara's mind seemed to have gone beyond the point of simply taking the silent action of monitoring things. "Since when and how did you know my account balance?" asked Moreau to make sure her mother was really going to post a confession. It didn't matter if Barbara ended up snickering before the woman got started. "Ever since you started being a rebel, and I hope you haven't forgotten that I'm still your mother." There was certainly no justification for the status between them. Moreau understood that her mother was trying to appear in control. She just didn't like her exaggerating things. Exaggerating things where Barbara barely had the right to simply take the long view. "I'm adult enough, Mom. All the money in the account is my money. You have contributed nothing and you have even violated my privacy." Still in
Forbidden Agreements Barbara's Behavior
"Looks like you're shopping in bulk, Moreau ...." There was no impressive information when Barbara suddenly appeared after opening the door to the room a little rudely, then stood proudly with her arms folded in front of her chest. Moreau would not deny it as she stared straight in her mother's face. There was no smile. Instead, there was a cynical tendency, as if it had been in place before Barbara had set foot here. Moreau silently snorted. It was quite surprising and strange to have her mother come unexpectedly. That woman shouldn't know anything, but perhaps it was just a habit; showing up; commenting; and saying inappropriate things. In any case, she was too lazy to deal with her mother. Knowing there would be more serious problems if they eventually crossed the line. It could end up as a bad prospect to say that all of this was bought by one person. Moreau had refused when Abihirt offered something more. She just didn't want to. Coincidence—indeed; th
Forbidden Agreements In the End
"So hard, that you'll forget how to be yourself."Her stepfather's statement was spoken without emotion. However, for some reason Moreau felt there was something odd when the man decided not to say anything against the judgment she gave to someone—supposedly her mother's father-in-law. "What does that mean?" she asked slowly. Perhaps there would be another time. Not now, after feeling inappropriate to talk about something irrelevant. Let Abihirt reveal the answer. "Not all heirs will always inherit everything their parents had. I pioneered." That sounded sarcastic, but Moreau didn't expect Abihirt's statement to be directed at her. There was a note of inheritance from Jeremias Riveri—though up until this point Barbara seemed to have no interest in simply urging her to start an important lesson on the need to cultivate a company. Perhaps there was some purpose in her being preoccupied with the various activities of her figure skating career. Against a body
Forbidden Agreements Wanted to Know
"You closed it down? Wait...who are you? The owner of the mall?"Nor would she be able to hold back any longer. An overreaction that might have amused Abihirt, so much so that there was almost a smile before it was drowned out by a touch on the top of her head. "I am the highest shareholder." Abihirt replied calmly. The man was rich. Moreau understood, but never thought that her stepfather would be willing to sacrifice the most important part of his income just to have some fun; to enjoy the remaining time between them. "How big of a stake do you have to be this influential?" she asked again to make sure something might sound more reasonable. "95%." Damn it, Moreau was stunned for a moment. It wasn't just a share, but there was a trend where Abihirt's position was almost at the line of complete owner of a mall of this size. "You're not afraid of losing your mall profits just because you want to have an affair here?" Not knowing that stat
Forbidden Agreements Chit-Chat
"You often see me and Juan training and also attending tournaments. There seems to be another reason or do you have an interest here, hence the sponsorship of our activities?" she asked with some form of suspicion. Perhaps it was just curiosity. She was sure it must be someone with a particular interest to be able to do all this. "My mother was a figure skater." There was something strange in Abihirt's deep, raspy voice, but Moreau didn't understand where the correlation between something burdensome the man was feeling and what they had in common—meaning... the woman who had given birth to such a handsome man. "Wouldn't it be great if your mom was a figure skating ex. You can bring me to meet her and I can learn more—" "Do you want to meet her in the grave?" Just like that. Moreau was silent for a moment. She really never meant to or at least not to offend Abihirt. The man didn't say it from the start and made the information seem like a surprise.
Forbidden Agreements Skate
"Your skates, Sir...." A servant came to hand over something Abihirt had requested, but his attention was riveted straight on watching Moreau's beautiful form still moving on the ice. The girl was spinning. Moving her legs. Like surfing, but it all looked exactly the same awesome pattern. He remembered how he always played a video of his mother doing something similar. There was almost a resemblance. The only difference was that Moreau knew how to rebel, while there was the desperate variety of a woman who decided to end her life after facing the attitude of a cowardly husband—even as a father... the old bastard was irresponsible. Abihirt did not want to remember all the events that were listed as part of the worst of his life. A moment to turn his attention to the man who was still waiting for an answer. "Just put it down." Just a short order; done immediately, then the man walked backwards. At first there was no intention of just being here. H
Forbidden Agreements Bad to Get Mad
Moreau walked first. Deliberately widening her stride with a steady pace, but that did not deny that Abihirt would stop whatever she was doing. The man's touch on her wrist was a testament, then a tug left her stuck against the wall. "You're angry." Abihirt's deep, raspy voice sounded almost like a whisper, filled with labored breathing when their faces were so close. Moreau swallowed roughly. Wishing she could forget some things, she deliberately turned her face away from looking directly into her stepfather's eyes. There was nothing to talk about for now. It would be useless if they tried to just build something that wasn't. "I know you're angry. Your mother used to act like this too." Abihirt spoke again, but Moreau was a little incredulous that the man would bring Barbara into the conversation. There was no correlation between her, who was trying to seem okay, trying not to explode at any significant time, and her mother who probably had some quirks and
Forbidden Agreements Complicated Feelings
Abihirt seemed to have something to talk about, but they understood the moments where not to make even the slightest noise, though the man's excited breathing was still enough to leave an impression and Moreau did not want to get bogged down for too long. She probably needed to start things off by slightly avoiding anything that would make the situation feel complicated. They didn't deserve to hold hands. Nothing could describe the specifics of how they should behave, other than the full knowledge of something that could hardly be called a date with her mother's husband. How bitter. Moreau almost grinned sarcastically, then she hid her hand between the crack of her tightly clasped legs. Abihirt wouldn't be able to do anything more than insist that they start things without talking first. At the very least, she wanted to know what was holding her stepfather back for so long that he could barely be here. Office work? The business with Froy? Or perhaps Barbara had come to h
Forbidden Agreements Appointment
It had been more than an hour since the movie had started. Moreau had no idea where Abihirt had gone, but the man never arrived at the place they had promised. She had even sent several messages, including the barcode of the movie ticket and none of them could imply the prospect that Abihirt would read it. Perhaps the man had never really intended to, had deliberately left Moreau waiting and ended up sitting almost alone here. It was necessary to underline the existence of the others—the audience who were enjoying the storyline. However, it was not the same as someone having said they would be present, even if they were not. Abihirt had a desire not to give Juan a chance. With irony, it made Moreau feel half annoyed. She had been desperately holding back by not agreeing to Juan's request—when the offer of a movie night was made again, while they knew Abihirt was making her hopes dashed. The man's purpose was uncertain, like a puzzle and Moreau had to swallow forcibly.
