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2025-01-01 12:43:46"Abi ...."
Moreau's voice choked. Abihirt's tongue swiped into her core. The man even dipped a finger inside—deliberately moving tentatively there, so that she almost lifted her hips as she responded to every stimulation her mother's husband gave her. It was truly delicious. Moreau detects exactly what it's like to want to escape, like she wants to let something out, but she's afraid of pissing on the man's face. Her palms immediately clenched tightly on any fabric on the bed. Even moved restlessly. Damn, the more she tried to restrain herself... it felt like she would explode even more. Abihirt didn't stop and it overwhelmed Moreau. She made a squeaking sound—almost a sigh, then it all came out. Moreau felt something seeping through. The fabric around her hips was slowly getting wet. She flushed as Abihirt took a little distance with a faint smirk when they made eye contact. "I peed?" Moreau's breath hitched as she asked the question in a nervous maRelated chapters
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Moreau's eyes and the gray irises there were briefly trapped. The gusts of air sounded more brutal—full of release. They had exploded violently. She didn't try to say anything, let there be a moment's pause, then Abihirt immediately hid his face between the recesses of her neck. The warm mouth was only left in contact for so long with the few long strands of hair that clung to it around the shoulder line. "I want to sleep." Moreau didn't just say that. She was tired, like she was sleepy. Perhaps it was because she had waited too long, and while Abihirt was finishing up business with the Sheikh, the man was touching her with some pleasantly intimate scenes. A slight movement was detected when Abihirt shifted. Moreau was transfixed as the man took some distance with both hands pressed on the surface of the bed, like he was thinking about something, then her stepfather's face turned around. "Looks like we need to move to the next room." The deep, husky
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"Don't move!" Moreau instinctively handed over the order after detecting a faint evasive movement from her stepfather. She was already trying to tiptoe higher and the man's reluctance would only make her actions futile. "Look down a little, Abi." Or like this would be fairer. Moreau pulled the two sides of the leather jacket over Abihirt's body, so that her stepfather would bend down, then shr could more freely apply the sunscreen on the man's face. They were going to the shopping center for this and she wouldn't let Abihirt just refuse. Refuse after they got here. Now her stepfather had found the answer; where was the best place for them to go. The desert. And what she wanted most was to ride a camel, but before that, Moreau would be happy if they explored the sand under the hot sun. Just need to convince her stepfather to get a little more used to having something new on his body. Sunscreen wasn't too bad and would certainly protect the
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Moreau should have noticed how Abihirt's fingers folded the turban cloth and that it also seemed to be a common thing; something that was often done. Unfortunately, she still felt surprised, especially when the man pulled their bodies towards each other. No protest came from Moreau's lips. Just continued to pay attention to every detail of Abihirt's actions. The man's hands moved precisely to bring the turban closer to her head, attach it to an important part of the forehead, then arrange the turban's rolls into beautiful folds with the hair left loose. It was really too easy to watch Abihirt do everything there. Moreau could not help herself, so amazed, until the man was done. There were no words between them yet, or she barely noticed that Abihirt seemed to mumble something in Arabic. Something that made Moreau frown, as she did not understand it, but was sure that the man would not give the slightest hint. "Now I can go wherever I want?" That part could
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"Are you sure you're just going to lead me? Don't want to ride the camel with me?" They had traveled too far. Moreau herself was not sure if her stepfather would be able to go any longer. The man was really just leading. Walking beside the camel, through the long stretches of desert, while she rode quietly and occasionally watching Abihirt when the man looked particularly sweaty. There was one part—absolutely nothing Moreau could miss. Abihirt's skin looked pure. The tip of the man's nose was flushed. A miraculous reaction where the scorching heat made her stepfather look like a baby in the morning sun. Moreau didn't know if she should smile. Continue to admire. Or force Abihirt to be agreeable. There was still no response and it didn't look like it was going to be easy. "Don't tell me you can't bear it. I mean, riding a camel," she spoke without thinking it would catch Abihirt's attention. Her stepather's face immediately lifted. This time Moreau was
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"I don't want to do something silly like this." The man's raspy, deep voice—not quite a whisper, though Moreau could hear very clearly, even interpreting the reluctant tone that was so evident there. "It's not silly," she retorted half-annoyed. "But you're the one with no sense of humor," and continued with the honest words. Abihirt was too stiff. It was very unpleasant that her stepfather would still behave like that. "Now look at the camera." Ahmed was so ready. Moreau would not let Abihirt just stand there without interest. Instinctively hugging the man's arm—forced her stepfather to get ready. While she widened the corners of her lips towards the camera. "Smile a little, Mr. Lincoln." Abihirt was deadpan. That was what Moreau had expected. She silently exhaled a rough breath and pulled her stepfather's arm closer. At the very least, it wouldn't look bad when she had to strike a cuter pose with a slight tilt of the face. Whatever if Abihirt w
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A futile attempt at escape. Moreau's breath caught at the reflection in the mirror. A person with a pale-even completely disheveled-face was trying to compose herself. Moreau didn't know what else she could do after this. When Barbara noticed such a slow arrival at the wedding, her steps immediately left the people around. There was no better place to hide than the hotel bathroom. Moreau was still at a loss as to what to do after accepting the fact that last night's forbidden act had crossed the line. Literally-the incident with the strange man would not have fallen into the most complicated rut. They were not related by blood. He would just be Moreau's stepfather, though there was one important thing... she would feel awkward when they were under the same roof. Moreau was sure she could have become independent, had Barbara given her permission. It was just that she considered Moreau an asset and would not allow her to take one step out of the building left behind by her biologica
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"I don't want to do something silly like this." The man's raspy, deep voice—not quite a whisper, though Moreau could hear very clearly, even interpreting the reluctant tone that was so evident there. "It's not silly," she retorted half-annoyed. "But you're the one with no sense of humor," and continued with the honest words. Abihirt was too stiff. It was very unpleasant that her stepfather would still behave like that. "Now look at the camera." Ahmed was so ready. Moreau would not let Abihirt just stand there without interest. Instinctively hugging the man's arm—forced her stepfather to get ready. While she widened the corners of her lips towards the camera. "Smile a little, Mr. Lincoln." Abihirt was deadpan. That was what Moreau had expected. She silently exhaled a rough breath and pulled her stepfather's arm closer. At the very least, it wouldn't look bad when she had to strike a cuter pose with a slight tilt of the face. Whatever if Abihirt w
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"Are you sure you're just going to lead me? Don't want to ride the camel with me?" They had traveled too far. Moreau herself was not sure if her stepfather would be able to go any longer. The man was really just leading. Walking beside the camel, through the long stretches of desert, while she rode quietly and occasionally watching Abihirt when the man looked particularly sweaty. There was one part—absolutely nothing Moreau could miss. Abihirt's skin looked pure. The tip of the man's nose was flushed. A miraculous reaction where the scorching heat made her stepfather look like a baby in the morning sun. Moreau didn't know if she should smile. Continue to admire. Or force Abihirt to be agreeable. There was still no response and it didn't look like it was going to be easy. "Don't tell me you can't bear it. I mean, riding a camel," she spoke without thinking it would catch Abihirt's attention. Her stepather's face immediately lifted. This time Moreau was
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Moreau's eyes and the gray irises there were briefly trapped. The gusts of air sounded more brutal—full of release. They had exploded violently. She didn't try to say anything, let there be a moment's pause, then Abihirt immediately hid his face between the recesses of her neck. The warm mouth was only left in contact for so long with the few long strands of hair that clung to it around the shoulder line. "I want to sleep." Moreau didn't just say that. She was tired, like she was sleepy. Perhaps it was because she had waited too long, and while Abihirt was finishing up business with the Sheikh, the man was touching her with some pleasantly intimate scenes. A slight movement was detected when Abihirt shifted. Moreau was transfixed as the man took some distance with both hands pressed on the surface of the bed, like he was thinking about something, then her stepfather's face turned around. "Looks like we need to move to the next room." The deep, husky
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"Abi ...." Moreau's voice choked. Abihirt's tongue swiped into her core. The man even dipped a finger inside—deliberately moving tentatively there, so that she almost lifted her hips as she responded to every stimulation her mother's husband gave her. It was truly delicious. Moreau detects exactly what it's like to want to escape, like she wants to let something out, but she's afraid of pissing on the man's face. Her palms immediately clenched tightly on any fabric on the bed. Even moved restlessly. Damn, the more she tried to restrain herself... it felt like she would explode even more. Abihirt didn't stop and it overwhelmed Moreau. She made a squeaking sound—almost a sigh, then it all came out. Moreau felt something seeping through. The fabric around her hips was slowly getting wet. She flushed as Abihirt took a little distance with a faint smirk when they made eye contact. "I peed?" Moreau's breath hitched as she asked the question in a nervous ma
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"Why yesterday you didn't tell me that your period was over?" Abihirt's deep, hoarse voice sounded hoarse. Something Moreau hadn't rolled with for too long. She had almost forgotten about it. It had not been five days and it was already over. Just didn't expect that her stepfather would be thorough enough about this kind of privacy. "Why should I tell you?" It was worth reconsidering that Moreau was in her fertile period. She should remind Abihirt that this would be a big risk. There were no safeguards. No preparation. They got turned on quickly and overnight .... Moreau didn't know whether to feel anxious, even though Abihirt made her swallow a part of the man covered in promising words. "You made me wait a long time on purpose." The accusatory protest behind her stepfather's whisper instinctively gave Moreau the urge to shake her head. She wriggled cautiously. Wanting to break away from Abihirt's cock inside her body, but it left her with a
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"Where do you want me to take you after this?" Abihirt asked while squeezing Moreau's breasts. There was no telling when the man had slipped one hand underneath the clothes she was wearing, but it was obvious that the candle was intentionally left embedded inside her body. Moreau shook her head faintly. Swallowed harshly for a moment, then said, "I want to meet the crazy rich Sheikhs." She was not wrong to say that. Just thinking realistically that like her mother; she also needed a wealthy man. In Dubai, it would be easy to find walking money, though Moreau admitted to seeing it almost daily over Abihirt's shoulder. Her stepfather growled. "That's not what I asked." The tone of dislike was obvious behind the man's deep, raspy voice. Moreau frowned. She would not understand—indeed, would not understand when she finally realized what should be the most appropriate answer. Wanting Abihirt to take her to the edge of his seat. "Take me to where you l
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Moreau's bright blue irises immediately stared at the hideous object—probably would have considered it candle, really candle, in order to blend in properly when she began to willingly open her lips and Abihirt inserted the tip of the 'candle'—almost halfway into her oral cavity, leaving a wet trail there. There was satisfaction behind the man's faint grin. Moreau wouldn't try to guess, but perhaps Abihirt would call her a bad girl while being submissive. She was not naughty. Just—often adrenaline—fueled as long as the man was adept at provoking something wild between them. Something so out of bounds and so shocking when he pulled out the candle in her mouth, then Abihirt's hand moved with such purpose, engulfed in the contact of their eyes meeting—tracing each other's glances, then distracted by who knows what kind of demands. How Moreau tried to restrain herself from having the courage to look down. She always dared the full betrayal that said otherwise against
