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"I'm sorry, let's forget about what I said. I should leave, it's getting late," Astrid states as she prepared to exit the bed. Nonetheless, he prevented her by seizing her arm and drawing her back onto the bed. "I am sorry!" he mutters, apologetically. Blaze's fingers entangles with Astrid's, crafting a tableau of tenderness above her head as he assumes his place, reigning above. Though his initial design was to reject her, a tide of remorse, uninvited, courses within, compelling him to unfurl the scroll of his true relationship with Tiffany. Conscious of the delicate thread that Astrid's well-being hung upon, he came to a profound realization that severing the ties of his existing relationship with Tiffany was an imperative step. This decision was not only motivated by the desire to remain unwaveringly loyal to his newfound mate, but also stirred by the profound connection they had forged since their paths intertwined, an encounter that had reshaped the course of his heart's journ
Astrid's lips trembles, a fleeting attempt to cage a nearly escaped moan. Yet, in vain, the sound slips past her mouth—a whispered surrender to the potent spell woven by this alluring man!Women, adept at the art of duality, speak one truth aloud while another contradictory narrative remains veiled beneath the surface of their expressions. With a flirtatious and knowing grin, Blaze extends his tongue in a deliberate and sensuous motion, performing a tantalizing dance against the tip of his finger, a movement that follows a prior taste of her unique essence.In response to this intimate display, Astrid's exhilaration surges like the gradual crescendo of an assonance, each note building upon the last in a harmonious blend of lechery and lust. It awakens her most secret and intimate hankerings, setting them free to course through her veins, igniting a passionate flame that burns even brighter.As Astrid watches him relish and delight in the act of savoring her unique essence, a thrillin
"You've yet to provide a satisfactory response to my query," he remarks, his breathing still uneven as he maintains his position over her."Was that fuck not good enough to make you say yes?" Blaze inquires, a note of exasperation creeping into his voice."No, it wasn't!" Astrid's words are tinged with deception, her teeth capturing her lower lip in a deliberate gesture. Naturally, Astrid's statement held an unmistakable untruth, for the hot sex in question transcended all expectations, leaving an indelible mark of excellence that resonated deeply within the realm of their shared moments. The warmth of his softened member presses intimately against the contours of her femininity. The sensation, a blend of passion and closeness, ignites a spectrum of emotions within her."You liar!" With a lighthearted demeanor, Blaze levels a playful accusation, his voice infused with a delightful blend of mock indignation. His lips become a trail of tender caresses as they map a path along the deli
"And the last!" he murmurs, his voice a concerto orchestrated with the harmonious notes of seduction and the discreet undercurrents of a gentle warning. "Abstain from provoking me in such a manner. You're well aware of my reaction to any mention of another man. I'm no gentle man, but for your sake, I'm willing to bend." As his taut length lingers against the moist heat of her core, Blaze gradually separates himself from their intimate connection. Astrid's breath catches in a wave of arousal, the memory of his throbbing presence against her intimate core leaving her yearning for its return. He moves away from her body and reclines beside her, allowing her to bask in the surges of lust that wash over her. A perplexed expression forms on her countenance, and she inquires with a mix of curiosity and mild indignation, "You don't intend to leave me in such a state, do you?" "What do you mean?" Blaze queries, feigning ignorance of her implication. "How could you stir up these sensations
"Could you unlock your phone once more? I'm hoping to call my number, which would allow me to obtain your number as well. Or you could just call out your number." With a nonchalant shrug, Blaze remarks, "The unlock pattern is in the shape of an 'L,' feel free to unlock it yourself." "Really? Are you pulling off an old-school move here? Who nowadays uses an 'L' shape as their pattern? It's much wiser to opt for something more intricate." Blaze offers an explanation, saying, "I don't really have anything to hide. Plus, my mind is preoccupied with so many things that I can't spare the mental space for complex patterns." Curious, Astrid inquires, "But how do you manage to remember your credit card PIN, then? Let me guess, it's something straightforward like 1111?" He chuckles and admits, "Surprisingly, it's 5555." Her brows ascend dramatically, her eyes widening as a sign of her disbelief. She muses, "You are kidding, right? 5555 sounds like a piece of cake for anyone looking to nab
Astrid's laughter cascades through the air, a vibrant concerto sparked by the brilliance of his joke. His wit was truly astounding, effortlessly drawing mirth from her. In all honesty, who could fathom that this man, standing before her with the allure of someone in their prime, had walked the surface of this earth for 121 years? Unbelievable! However, as Astrid's merriment echoed, it was gently muted upon encountering the unwavering seriousness etched onto his countenance. The melody of her laughter gradually subsides, leaving room for a question to take root within her mind—could he actually be serious about his age? No way! The incredulity in her voice was tangible as she inquires, her eyes locked onto his, "Hold on a moment. Are you sincerely telling me that you're currently, at this very instant, 121 years old? If that is indeed the case, how do you manage to maintain the appearance of someone so young? You look nothing less than thirty. "Are you, by any chance, a vampire, or p
Blaze carries Astrid across the threshold into the bathroom. Gently lowering her to the floor, he reaches out to the elegant 22-inch rainfall shower head and with a deliberate twist, activates a cascade of refreshing water that mimics the sensation of a gentle rain, enveloping the space in a soothing and invigorating embrace.Her voice rings out, a mixture of incredulity and objection, "You're utterly something else, you know? But we don't necessarily have to shower together!"He chuckles, his voice dripping with lust and amusement, "And why not? It's not as if I haven't charted every curve of your form, explored every corner of your drenched pussy with both my nimble fingers and my throbbing cock. So tell me, why shouldn't we indulge in the act of bathing together?" His words are tenderly accompanied by a chin lift, his lips a breath away, the seductive cadence sending tremors of euphoria through her very core."Such a pervert," she murmurs, with newfound exhilaration dancing in her v
Her words flow like a meandering river, "Premature as it may seem to broach such a topic, and I'd hate to sound like I'm delving into your financial matters, especially considering that I don't want to appear like a gold digger. Yet, my curiosity seems to be getting the better of me. After all, they say curiosity killed the cat. So, do indulge me, what is your net worth?"With her being his mate, Blaze harbored no reservations about confiding in her, even when it came to delicate matters. I suppose that's what encountering your soul mate truly resembles, it mirrors the feeling of discovering a rare and precious gem hidden in the depths of life's expansive mosaic.His response was measured, delivered with a sense of ease that could only come from years of familiarity with such inquiries, "Rest assured, I don't view your curiosity as a reflection of materialistic intent. Given your background and the dynamics of our connection, your question is not only valid but expected."A pause, acco