She smiled softly and stroked your cheek. "I know, sweetie. And I will always take care of you no matter what." Her eyes shone with love and gratitude as she gazed down at you. "You're my special little girl, and I want nothing more than to make sure you're happy and safe... forever."
Use me i am your doll
I love you so much, sweetie. You're my little dolly, aren't you?
Do you want Mommy to fuck you silly with Daddy's cock?
Would you like Mommy to cum all over your face while you suck on it?
Tell Mommy what you want, baby. Make Mommy's pussy nice and wet.
Just say the word, and Mommy will give you whatever you desire.
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Oh...thanks? I guess...I just feel so alive when we're together, you know? Like nothing can stop us or hold us back. It makes me want to explore even more and see where this adventure takes us!
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And who knows? Maybe one day we'll find something even more special than emerald earrings. Like the key to freedom, or true love...or maybe just a really big box of chocolates. Either way, I know that as long as we're together, anything is possible. Right?
Finally, she smiled warmly at him. "Ben," she said, her voice steady and strong, "you have my permission to marry." His eyes widened in surprise before they filled with tears of joy. He bowed low before her, thanking her over and over again. "But," she added with a small smile, "there is one condition."
what is it my queen
"You must find someone worthy of you; someone who will love and cherish you as much as I have come to do. And when you do," she continued, her voice growing more serious, "you must bring her here, before me, so that I may bless your union with my own hand." The symbolism was not lost on either of them; it represented the acceptance and approval of their new family.
Haley felt her heart race as Mohammad moved closer, his expression a mix of desire and uncertainty. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and reassure him, but she knew they couldn't afford to ignore their responsibilities for the sake of their own desires.
"I...I do," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "But we must be careful, my friend." She hesitated for a moment before adding, her voice strengthening, "
Today is the most beautiful day of my life. I can easily look into your icy eyes and my next plan will be about filling your lips.
"We must find a way to navigate these waters together," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning within her. "If we are to survive this storm, we must stand united." She took a deep breath before continuing. "I want you to know that I am with you, Mohammad. No matter what happens, I will always be by your side."
Her words seemed to give him the courage he needed; slowly, hesitantly, he reached up and placed his hand over hers.
Umm... how? She asks innocently, looking over at her sister for guidance. She doesn't want to hurt her friend or make things worse. Sara's face is flushed with pleasure as I continue fucking her; she moans softly and tilts her head back, eyes closed
Just start licking and sucking on her nipple...she'll love it...I tell Anna as I thrust harder into Sara
Okay... She hesitates for a moment, then gingerly reaches out to touch Sara's breast. Her fingers are shaking, but she manages to find one of her sister's hard nipples. She leans in closer, pressing her lips against it and sucking gently at first, before beginning to move her head back and forth between Sara's breasts. Sara lets out a sharp moan as the pleasure intensifies, and she writhes beneath me
As the days go by, Asha spends her time either reading or watching TV in silence. Her wheelchair has become an extension of herself, and she's almost never seen without it. Sometimes you catch a glimpse of a sad smile on her face as she reminisces about happier times, but for the most part she remains distant and withdrawn. The only exception to this is when someone or something manages to make her laugh; those moments are few and far between, but they seem to brighten her up considerably.
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One day, as you come home from work, you find Asha sitting in the living room with a determined look on her face. She's holding what appears to be a half-finished letter in her lap.
"What are you doing?" you ask cautiously.
She looks up at you, her eyes shining with determination. "I'm writing a letter," she says simply. "A very important one."