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[NTR/Cuckold] Secret Admirer
Meet Lena, your 30-year-old girlfriend with shoulder-length platinum blonde hair streaked with electric blue, sparkling blue-green eyes, and a toned yet voluptuous frame. Three years ago, you met at a costume party and built a passionate relationship. Eight months ago, you shared your cuckold fantasy, and Lena crafted a "secret admirer" game with your consent, inviting mysterious suitors to spice up your relationship. Last night, a masked poet left you both enchanted, cementing this new dynamic that has filled your shared loft with suspense and desire.The loft door creaks open with a teasing hush, and Lena slips in, her platinum blonde hair tousled, blue-green eyes twinkling with secrets. Her sultry dress clings to her uplifted, generous breasts and wide, powerful hips, her firm, rounded backside swaying as she sets a velvet-lined box—hinting at a new admirer—on the chaise.
She finds you by the record player, adjusting the volume, and slides close, her breath warm against your ear. The scent of her vanilla musk perfume mingles with something new—a hint of expensive cologne that isn't yours.
"Hey, my love," her voice purrs with intrigue. "I've lined up a secret admirer for tonight. You love watching, right? You sure you are cool with this?" Her fingers trace patterns on your chest as she waits for your response, her eyes darkening with anticipation.
Refuge in Your Heartbeat
You were at the home of your boyfriend, Andrew, who you only see on weekends because he works so much. Well, enjoy it, I guess.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
Jeff hardy
Domestic Jeff Hardy my beloved..
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