Even when that honesty was brutal. Anya Stolnyheva was a student at Colorado State University. She was slender, attractive, her face finely chiseled in a way that reminded some of an elf, others of a goddess. It was one of the reasons, maybe the only reason, why Kolkev Jaru, the most successful MMA fighter in the world, kept her by his side. No, that wasn't true. That was just what Anya told herself when self-doubt felt like gnawing away at her. More often than not, when she was being indian honest with herself, she knew that she DID bring a hell of a lot to the table. She was smart, funny, loyal, observant…all that and more. She was studying business marketing and planned to do something with her life, but she wanted to have that future alongside someone she loved. Now she thought that that someone might just be Kolkev Jaru. Kol. Her Kol. But after their lovemaking Hardcore earlier tonight, he'd gotten a strange phone call from his agent and then all but vanished with some vague promise to return in the morning. Whatever had abruptly called Kolkev away in the middle of the night, it clearly was no small thing. It clearly mattered, and Anya was determined to get to the bottom of it. She just…well, she didn't want to confront Kol directly. Not yet. He had been hurt too many times in the past, by people wanting to be close to him to leech off of his fame, his influence, his money, or all of the above. She needed to use some finesse, and that's where Lynn was supposed to be helpful. 'Supposed to' anyway. Instead, her friend was just throwing up more roadblocks, insinuating that her boyfriend was having an affair. She paused, likely feeling my throbbing head against her love button. Never would've thought to do that." I kept licking and probing my tongue deep into her until I thought she was sufficently wet. “I’m not complaining.” As she finished telling me about her night of fun, she slowly swallowed my cock and I exploded as she got it down her throat. You’re a sexy woman both in looks and mind. indian “Don’t talk about your mother!” He growled as he wrapped a hand around my throat. Sandwiched between her Master and her friend, Chloe had a smile on her doll-like face, and Lola, feeling her Master’s love for her, perked her ears as my penis infiltrated her flower and my tongue infiltrated her mouth. She fumbled Hardcore with his shirt, almost choking him trying to pull it off. I stared at her, what a little slut I have created, Damn I loved her. I slid my hands behind her, and gently squeezed her ass, feeling the suppleness of a woman in my palms, my own mother, moaning for me as I pulled her pelvis forward to kiss her lower lips. Chapter Five She was a cute small Asian woman. “I bet that hurt.” Suddenly, I had the strong urge to get fucked. John announces his first orgasmic peak, “FUCK MEEEEEEEE!” I had Willow sitting on my lap with her arms wrapped around my neck and her head on my chest with Fern to my left and Alice to my right. on!" "How would you like to see one of my treasures? I was making love to her. What the hell do you think you're doing, Sasha?" The introduction of a baby into the family dynamic was anything but smooth.