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A story in the Swipe Right Universe
Author’s Note: This short standalone lives alongside Swipe Right. It’s meant to add texture, not homework. Read it whenever you want, and let it sit with you. Set immediately after the coronation, Darius and Amina return to the quiet spaces left behind by power. Walking the great shipyards up close, they follow a presence both ancient and restrained into a place few are invited to stand.
Maria's heart raced as she stepped out of the bustling city cafe, her curvy hips swaying under the tight sundress that hugged her ample DD breasts. The fabric strained against her large areolas, visible as faint shadows through the thin material. She'd only recently uncovered this twisted craving—a golden shower fetish that made her pussy throb with forbidden excitement. Her husband, Tom, lingered across the street, pretending to check his phone while his eyes burned with a mix of jealousy and a
The sexual story of horny hot wife name Monica who has large huge DD tits, large round areolas, small waist with curvy body, like to wear heels, short skirts, no panties, no bra, thin fabric blouses with center buttons fasten to show off her cleavage and the bottom of her large tits and at times when she walks or changes position on lookers can steal a peek at her large areolas. Monica meanwhile carried a secret she didn’t fully understand herself. It was about the version of herself she became
Amber is desperate to find a place to live, and luckily for her, she finds just such a place. And even though she doesn't have enough for the rent and deposit, old Carl comes up with a way she can pay...
Unseen eyes have been on me for weeks—cold, calculating, belonging to a man who's twisted my every move into his obsession. He's mapped me like prey: the way I jog these paths, sweat glistening on my skin; the library corner where I hunch over notes, oblivious; the solo treks home where my guard slips.
His smile widened, revealing teeth too even, too perfect. 'I mean you're mine now. Have been for weeks. The notes under your door? The shadows in your peripheral vision? All me, making sure you stay on track. And tonight... tonight, I show you there's no running.'