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THE SEX DOCTOR (HIS SUBMISSIVE)18+

//DARK ROMANCE// BOOK2: The Billionaire's Submissive My new steamy book; The Mafias Dirty Little Slut(18+) by babyauthor WARNING! THIS BOOK CONTAINS STEAMY SCENE IN EVERY CHAPTER, IF YOU ARE BELOW 18 AND YOU FEEL INSUCRE ABOUT READING EROTIC BOOK, PLEASE DON'T READ. IT CONTAINS HIGH SEXUAL CONTENT!!!...THOSE WHO WISH TO CONTINUE, PLEASE DO BECAUSE YOU WIL REALLY ENJOY IT, IT'S WORTH IT! … (18+) "Please doctor, please fuck me please". Ann begged. Her hands were handcuff below her knee which made her legs to hang up in the air. Marcus observed her pussy that were spread wide open for his eyes to feast on. His cock hardened and trying to break free out of his pants but he tried suppressing his urge as he stared at her wet entrance with lust filled in his eyes. "Please touch me doctor, please touch me down there doctor it hurts so baaaaad.....". Ann begged, she tried touching her pussy but the handcuff around her wrist were depriving her. Marcus smirk, he strode to the bed where she was positioned at the edge of the bed and swat down. His face, facing her swollen pussy as he maintain direct eye contact with her drippy wet entrance. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING OF THE "SEX DOCTOR" WANNA READ MORE??? PLEASE CONTINUE... * Check out my new steamy book: The Mafias Dirty Little Slut(18+) Book 2 of the sex doctor (HIS submissive)18+: The Billionaire's Submissive Don't forget to support my work and comment Also follow my Facebook page: Precious Elohor - Babyauthor. Link:
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Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball

[SPECIAL QUEST: Objective: Have sex with Selene on a crowded metro train. Success Condition: Keep her quiet and avoid being seen. Reward: +7 SP | Unlock: ‘Shadow Touch’ | Bond Access with Selene initiated.] Nash Blaze blinked at the screen. “Excuse me… what?” .............. They say the Upperworld is paradise, clean air, real sunlight, and lives worth living. Down here, we've got rust, shadows… and Breakball. A savage fusion of street basketball, bloodsport, and raw spectacle, Breakball is the only way out of the slums. No rules. No mercy. Men and women grind together, shirtless or in skin-tight outfits, fighting for points, pride, and power. Drugs flow. Sex sells. One match can change your life... or end it. And once a year, the rich come down to watch us bleed. The Blood Star Invitational, one shot to rise, or vanish forever. Nash Blaze was built for this world. Quiet. Tactical. Obsessed with winning. A pass-first point ghost who made his trash team look like stars. But on the day of their miracle call-up, his teammates kicked him out. "You're too weak for the pros. Just a ghost on the court." Even his girlfriend left him, right into the arms of the new team ace. Abandoned, forgotten. Nash was ready to disappear. Until something inside him snapped. [REWRITE SYSTEM ACTIVATED] Categories: Body | Mind | Lust | Dominance. Boosts gained through Training, Victory, Seduction. Trait: Erotic Ascension | Hidden Stat: Legacy Now, Nash can rewrite everything, muscle by muscle, stat by stat. From stamina to sex appeal, reflexes to raw size, every conquest pushes him closer to the top. The court made him a ghost. Now he's coming back as a demon. Fame, vengeance, and women are just the beginning. Because when you're born in the dirt… You don't rise. You burn your way up.
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Dämmerwald

“They say the trees in Dämmerwald don’t grow— they remember.” —Old Schwarzwald Saying When seasoned survivalist Shawn Jilfer vanishes into the mist of Dämmerwald—a remote section of Germany’s Black Forest (Schwarzwald) famed for its dense, fog‑laden valleys and ancient pines—his final words broadcast live, “They’re watching us…,” send ripples of dread across the nation. Days later, Shawn reappears on a nation‑wide news channel, his eyes haunted and his lips sealed, fueling speculation and fear. To unravel the mystery, authorities deploy a specialized team—investigative reporters, folklorists, psychologists, and a detachment of Bundeswehr soldiers under administrative assistance protocols—tasked with ensuring the expedition’s safety and documenting every moment. Driven by equal parts skepticism and obsession, the group ventures into the forest’s labyrinthine depths, where moss‑draped ruins and winding trails seem to shift at will. Each step forward feels like trespassing into a living puzzle, as reality bends under the weight of ancient legends and unseen forces. Unsettling phenomena follow them—whispers echoing through the mist, flickers of movement at the edge of vision, and an uncanny stillness that falls like a shroud. “Do you hear that?” one soldier mutters, rifle trembling. “It’s coming from everywhere… and nowhere,” replies a reporter, her voice barely audible above the hush. “I swear I saw someone… behind the trees.” “There are no trees there anymore.” With trust fraying and time slipping away, the expedition must confront the forest’s deepest secrets—or risk becoming the next chapter in its legend. In Dämmerwald, nothing is as it seems, and the true horror may lie not in what stalks the shadows, but in what waits within ourselves. Only two of the sixty‑five returned. Neither unscathed. And neither willing to speak.
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