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2024-11-13 13:59:55"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
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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
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"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
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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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"Do you like it?” The man asked-now with such a flat face. Moreau nodded vaguely. She still wanted to look at the artwork of Abihirt's sleight of hand. However, the fact she was still holding something in common at the beginning. "You haven't answered me yet. Why do you rarely smile?" She looked up. Moreau had to wait a while for Abihirt to show a demeanor full of boundaries. "Is your smile too expensive? How much is it worth?" She didn't care. She continued, even though it might be the worst prospect when suddenly Abihirt's body bent down and their lips were so close. "You keep asking. Want me to tattoo your mouth too?" Was that a warning? Moreau didn't fucking know. She was not trying to be influenced. Just wanted to find an answer as long as the silence rumbled around. Perhaps it was because she started too late. There was no preparation to welcome the lips that seemed to want to snatch. Wild. Completely free. In fact, her body w
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Abihirt's cock felt solid and hard. The man was still moving. Giving such a powerful impact. Moreau bit her lower lip in the face of such full force. She could also feel her breasts being thrown in various directions following the movement of their bodies. Abihirt's palm suddenly squeezed them. Adjusting their bodies to slightly touch Moreau's shoulders were resting directly on the man's firm chest. She let out a stifled moan. Abihirt's mouth immediately fell on her shoulder. Giving a bite that felt searing. Moreau could not help herself. She moaned for a moment. Writhing with various delicious sensations. Against common sense, she would completely lose. As if burned out by burning desire and feeling her body about to tremble when one of Abihirt's arms slid down, then the man's fingertips began to play with the line of moist flesh—constantly rubbing against the massive dick. "Abi." Moreau wanted to hiss. Wanted to explode all over. A crazy love-making sensat
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"Why do you have to think about your mother?" The deep, hoarse voice asked. Moreau did not understand why she had to be trapped in such an undesirable situation. It was really painful trying to take back something—it had already been said, and she was helpless to simply end the situation between them. "Because she's my mother." That was it. Hoping there was a prospect of avoiding everything that happened, then ending well. Instead, Abihirt's hand suddenly moved. Deliberately brushing the tip of his forefinger across Moreau's cheekbone-slowly brushing away the scattered hairs. "She went to see Sam. Are you happy to hear that?" Again. Abihirt asked for confirmation. To let her know that Barbara was committing the same dirty betrayal. All of them realized it immediately. "Does this mean you're venting your jealousy on me?" Moreau asked almost wistfully. She stared wide-eyed, but it took a while for Abihirt to say anything. "Not really." In
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"We just made love, Honey. But you look like you're thinking about something heavy." Samuel at least was sitting back comfortably watching Barbara's every move as she was putting back on the clothes that were scattered on the floor of the hotel room. He himself was fully dressed. It was just waiting for them to have a conversation after their unbridled passion had been quickly vented. The freedom of making love. Passionate sex. Samuel had no doubts about the married woman, who was now staring at him through ragged breaths. "I don't know. I don't feel comfortable. Sometimes I think back to what Froy said." "Froy?" Samuel's eyebrows shot up. There was hardly any talk like this and suddenly Barbara dropped her butt on the edge of the bed. The woman snorted just as roughly, then replied, "Abi's nephew." "Okay. Then what's wrong with your husband's nephew?" A little curiosity did not stop Samuel from touching Barbara's hips there. They were alre
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"Why do you say that?" asked Barbara in a sanctioned tone. Dislike. Unacceptable. It was an overwhelming combination. "I'm just telling you the truth. Now let me ask you, do you trust Abi?" Still with something true. However, Barbara never wanted the betrayal to be avenged. She did not want to share. She didn't want Abihirt to be with anyone else. Selfish indeed. There would be no contesting the decision once it was in her hands. After who knows how many harsh exhales. Barbara finally added an answer. "I trust him. But, you know, right, that Abi is younger than me? I'm afraid he'll turn away if there's something wrong with me. Moreover, Moreau and I fight a lot. He might think that I'm an immature old woman." Samuel suddenly chuckled. It made Barbara incredulous and glare wide. "Why are you laughing?" She asked the question with a bit of an incredulous tone. Samuel was mocking her for just feeling old? "I'm not laughing at you, Honey. You're stil
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