Still with the towel hanging on his waist, Hazz went to me, walking slowly and with a superb little smile on his face. He stopped in front of me, making it very evident how much he was bigger and stronger with less clothes around him. The short hair dripped water, and even the drops of moisture that went down his abdomen caused me a mesmerizing effect. One of his hands went straight to my waist, where he squeezed, holding firmly on my skin. It was something so harmless, so simple, even so, I was stunned by the energy. With him." Can I be persuasive enough that you change your mind and don't want to go out for dinner anymore? "He asked in a hoarse tone. I squeezed my lips in a line, swallowing the words of pure desire that almost jumped without permission. Hazz smiled, raising another hand to touch my face. "If I say I want to fuck in an expensive hotel, after I've turned into someone else, will that be enough, Jessy?”"It won't change the fact that I need to leave," I replied, holdin
"What the hell are you doing to me? "He asked in a hoarse tone for the desire. I wanted to ask the same question. Because I had already lost my mind a long time ago. From the first time he put one of his hands on my body. "I can only think of you, Jessy. I can only be around you. That's insane. Just sex shouldn't be like that.”"We are good together," I murmured against the fabric of the tablecloth. "That's all.”"No" he was teimou, walking with his free hand around my ass, he squeezed where he had earlier left vergões by the slaps and I giggled maliciously. I could have cum right there, first of all, if he had pressed the same place harder. Holy shit. "It's not just that. It's more than you pretend to believe. It's feeling. And if it is possible for you to feel the same as me right now, then I want to make it worth it.”"Do what you want with me," I said in a provocative tone, but it sounded like a supplication."I'm going, kitty.”Hazz made a low, manly sound that made my senses shi
I kept my head very firm on the table, without the strength to move or get up. Hazz had realized this, he still kept his hands on my hips and his legs leaned against mine, maintaining my balance. My knees would no longer seem made of bones, I trembled so much that the bowls were still ticking on the table, which was like feeling cold. But my whole body was hot. Much more than hot, in reality. Hazz only walked away when I moved my legs again, testing my movements, I didn't even trust my own body anymore after that orgasm. Three orgasms on the same day... Hazz was every woman's dream lover. While I was thinking about it, I almost didn't even notice it as it came back close and the sound of packaging being torn told me that a condom was being placed. Oh, well, so it wasn't over yet."I'm going to die," I murmured, feeling my mouth dry.“Do you need anything? "He asked in a kind tone."No," I whispered, even if my body cried out for water. My kidneys could wait. "Just keep fucking me, for
I was stunned by the feeling. I had the impression that Hazz also noticed, because it was impossible for him not to notice that my interior was closing around him, sucking him closer, to the limit of our bodies. I knew he wanted to get there with me, and I knew that my body would also only do that after him. Together, we walked to the edge of that abyss, looking at the well of pleasures that stretched below.Everything became heavy inside my body, crushing any area that was not directed to pleasure. My stomach was filled with weird sensations too, as if I were anxious. Hazz curled my hair on his wrist again, pulling my torso to himself, he whispered my name in my ear, in that male moan that made me drool for good.The hot breathing and the breath still with nuances of alcohol touched my skin, making me aware that both had already reached a sexual level that no one else would equal. I was fucked. Literally, fucked up. And Hazz was responsible for that. For the best orgasms, the best co
Jessy had been away for hours.I didn't want to control the time she would spend with her sisters, but considering that she was a foreign celebrity, I was afraid that something serious would happen overnight. As she was far away for hours, I ended up looking for the movie A Beautiful Woman, just to have some different subject to talk to. The movie was good, it moved my feelings, and I was almost getting emotional in the part where the protagonist's lawyer thinks he's right about the call girl, when someone knocked on the bedroom door.For a moment, I thought it was Jessy. I even got up quickly, closing the robe around me, running my hands through the unraveled strands of the new haircut. However, I stopped at the act of opening the door, reconsidering that no one but Jessy would know where I was, and that I should not open the door to anyone. I stretched out and watched the magic eye. A golden brown hair appeared, and the woman on the other side stood on her toes to observe as well. I
"It's because, usually, it takes her at least a few years to find out that she could have worked with that man.”"So could she go back on the decision to move away from everyone else before me?”Joana overweighted the words." Well, that would be typical of Jessy, I wouldn't be surprised. But no, in your case, I don't think she would go back after her ex’s.”"Is it really? "I incited, sitting in front of the small dining table. I indicated the empty place to Joana, it would be interesting to have a new point of view about Jessy's thoughts. "Sit down, Joana. I like people who talk without rein, and I'm very curious to know more about your sister.”Demonstrating to be a great and fun gossip, Joana laughed, and sat down. She looked a little like Jessy, in the features of high cheeks and thin nose. Her lips were different, but her eyes really caught a lot of attention. She looked like a panther. Inside, I thought it was funny, because I had compared your sister to a feline too." Well, I h
Joana nodded, emitting an encouraging sound."Dad situations shape a character, Hazz," she said, in professional cadence. "Each of us is already born with the ability to think and understand in a unique way. You and your brother may have been hungry. You would have become a rich man who did not allow himself to return to poverty. And he would become a poor man who didn't care about tomorrow, as long as he had today. Psychology is very versatile for explaining things like that. Your brother must have gone through this trauma in childhood and acquired some kind of inferiority disorder. Sometimes he even wanted to become a man in every sense of the word, but to grow up in his shadow, maybe he reminded him of where he would return if he didn't do everything to stay where he was.”"So, following psychology, would being arrested be his way to stay in the city and not return to poverty?”"It would be a way of telling all of you that he was never happy with that life, and that, yes, he would
There was a fact about being a celebrity in the middle of a world full of lions. You would never be able to establish yourself or stay at the top for a long time, without the necessary help, or the allowed influence. I had good contacts. My mother too. But there were certain types of situations to which we still needed to submit to maintain that pattern of untouched and sovereign celebrity. In the eyes of the tabloids, I was a snab who pretended not to love anyone, but who still had feelings for her last public relationship.When you are directly involved with fame and power, you have to learn the dance of business. I had learned, since I was sixteen, that my life was a showcase. I had to show good models, good manners, and good gestures, because that would be copied by the rest of the world. And one of the facts I couldn't escape is that a celebrity always needs an unfinished relationship to be able to move the gossip pages. It wasn't fair. It wasn't cool. But it was necessary. And I