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[Tonight go back to my house.]
The message was sent-no longer by an anonymous number. But a written display that surprisingly reminds Moreau of the concrete relationship between her and her stepfather .... It's a forbidden form with various ways of hiding. Moreau had no idea what the man was thinking. Thinking Abihirt's request was too strange; a kind of sudden need, but also urgent. Well, at least she knew... the man didn't add 'red room' between the lines. After all, Moreau did not get today on the list to visit at all. Still trying to just consider. Inhaling, exhaling slowly. She moved both thumbs after closing the locker at the training ground. [I'm not in the mood to go anywhere after this.] [I'm already ahead.] Again. Her stepfather's reply was too fast .... That was surprising. Moreau instinctively glanced around even though she was still in the shade of the large building. Abihirt replied with a tiRelated chapters
Forbidden Agreements Forced
Moreau shook her head instinctively. "I brought my own car. Can't come with you," she said as a subtle refusal, though it was impossible to look forward to a time when Abihirt had no alternative. "Gabriel." Because Abihirt even involved someone; an extra. The man Moreau sometimes accidentally met, now, unexpectedly exited her stepfather's Rolls Royce. "Give your key to Gabriel and get in the car." Moreau held her breath for a moment, not knowing how to come up with another excuse. She couldn't possibly say something clichéd, while no tolerance limit could be crossed so quickly. Abihirt's gray eyes were still looking serious and seemed to be in a bad mood. "Mr. Lincoln, I'm sorry if I disturbed you. But there's something we need to talk about for a moment. Hope you don't mind. I was... just now, accidentally looking at Moreau's cell phone wallpaper. She took a picture with a cute panda. She said... you keep it in the back of the house. If you don't mind, can I visit once in a
Forbidden Agreements Abihirt Mansion's
Moreau knew they had little choice. Abihirt didn't say anything for a long time until he felt better, and eventually Juan was given the opportunity to visit. The man was unusually enthusiastic—a clichéd moment... actually expected from the start. Neither of them—from Moreau and Abihirt, thinking of how Juan was trailing them behind. The man brought his own car. Doing everything was almost overwhelmed by a series of hackneyed choices. It seemed like it would be nice to be in this place with a threat. Moreau scanned the entire backyard of Abihirt's house. It was too big actually if it was only used to keep panda, but that was already an option. She could not expand her thoughts for others to resolve. This was not something that could be debated. Let Moreau's irises only watch Juan in full protocol; accompanied by Lie Xue, the panda caretaker, while she was behind a glass wall. She could only offer a fingertip to touch there; a natu
Forbidden Agreements Asked Her
Moreau's eyebrows rose high. Wondering when Abihirt had ever been in a good mood, meaning one that the man never really showed. Wasn't there always something to hide? That was if she didn't get the knot wrong, but Moreau wouldn't think too far ahead. Emma was probably right. Abihirt had a habit of being unpredictable. She did not want to face her stepfather who was suddenly in a drastic and irritating change."Will you accompany me to his room?" Again. This time Moreau tried her luck. She hoped Emma would agree, but the middle-aged woman shook her head uncomfortably. "I still have some business in the kitchen, Miss. Excuse me." Emma smiled, giving Moreau no choice but to then, eventually, walk off towards a destination. She had no interest, but this was the way things were going to be. There was no choice. It was not her decision to make. In fact, this was a serious emphasis. Must understand after getting her position clearly
Forbidden Agreements Bath Room
Abihirt asked her to take a bath, but Moreau never thought that the man actually had a purpose, making their bodies wet under the splashing water. It still felt so sudden to recall the previous event. She even still climbed on the man's sturdy body, as if holding on tightly had become completely symbolic of things beyond thought. They kissed. Desiring each other. Seizing. Feeling the new sensations of hot licks and falling drops to add another sensation. A kind of defiant clause. The sudden chill was masked by the exploding passion. This would not be something new. Moreau looked at Abihirt sadly. Her stepfather's plan was simply to truly fulfill their primitive needs. A need where without warning the fabric on Moreau's body had been removed. Leaving only the bra and the burning sensation of intimate touch... skin to skin, to how Abihirt's muscles felt hard, as if they wanted to break her down. Moreau didn't know if she would last
Forbidden Agreements Fuck Her
Moreau closed her eyes. Her stepfather's touch forced her to press the man's face deeper. Savoring every bit of it; it felt like a wild fuck offer. Even she only flinched briefly when the man turned her body to face the bathroom wall. Then ducked back down only to fondle the wet recess and leave a blushing bite there. Moreau's palms were glued to the bathroom wall with the need to turn half a face away, waiting for Abihirt to remove the one remaining cloth on his own body, after the man had even left her completely naked. It seemed so hurried that Moreau didn't realize that Abihirt's palm, right now, wanted to wrap around her much smaller hand. The man was preparing something. A moment to stroke that rock-solid dick. How hard it felt under the crack of Moreau's leg. She swallowed roughly feeling the intimate penetration. Biting her lip involuntarily as Abihirt tentatively entered her The man moved slowly, addin
Forbidden Agreements Stay Overnight
"Are you sure you want me to stay here overnight? My clothes are wet and I'll have to wear your shirt for a while." Moreau couldn't move her attention since Abihirt seemed to be busy picking out pieces of cloth from the man's closet. It seemed unfair that her stepfather was fully dressed, while she was still wrapped in a towel; occasionally feeling like it would come off, loosen; then have to be gripped tightly. There was no denying it... after the wild shower scene, now they were stuck in the same room together. Moreau was confused when she found Barbara's special device. A hair dryer. No idea how it got left behind and the woman never seemed to remember to pick it up. At least it was helpful. Moreau didn't have to worry about just thinking about the long, wet hair that was half-dried. She and her stepfather would only face a few situations. It might be necessary to reach an agreement, though there was no telling what the final appro
Forbidden Agreements Looking For
Dinner was over. However, there seemed to be no good prospects for Abihirt to abort. Moreau gasped when suddenly the man flopped down on her back on the bed without warning, then the sound of the bed slowly covering the air. She had time to negotiate and the end was always the same. Stunned to find Abihirt's body so close. They made eye contact briefly, but another shock came when Moreau felt a light touch, which embraced her, including when the man placed his face... overlapping on the surface of her bra-less breasts. Only an oversized black T-shirt was finished and Moreau felt a little disapproving. "What are you doing, Abi? I'm not here to make you comfortable," she said while looking straight up at the ceiling of the room. Damn it, Abihirt did not step aside at all, instead one of the man's hands moved, resting exactly on the other's breast, squeezing slightly and making Moreau swallow harshly. "You're not doing this because you saw my mother an
Forbidden Agreements Nothing More
"What should I tell my mother?" Moreau did not want to buy herself tension. Abihirt had decided that they were sleeping here, so the man needed to be involved in their business. Not just stare at her in silence, then be awakened by a vibrating cell phone. "Yes?" Moreau swallowed hard to absorb Abihirt's deep, raspy voice as her stepfather answered someone's call. It was probably Barbara, so she was not bold enough to raise anything that would add to the list of suspicions. Let Abihirt finish the conversation on the other side while the answer to her mother's question still needed to be figured out. "I told you earlier in your office." "Yes. Not coming home." It went on like that. Moreau's observations seemed to have gotten so steep, though she didn't know what to expect more specifically. Barbara had certainly asked something. It was unclear whether the woman was trying to reconfirm or was simply not well-informed.
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