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Hot Spanish Mami Receives Her BIGGEST.........................Dividend
I was down at the bank the other day handing some business when I saw hot, young vixen in my midst. Suddenly, my mind wasn't on making a withdrawal anymore but on a big deposit inside this sweet thing's snatch.
By Digital_FootPrint12122 years ago in Filthy
Dinner, Chapter 10
Emma prepared a cocktail, a concoction of sparkling citrus and vodka that she knew Lyra favoured. "Here, try this," she said, handing Lyra a glass filled with the vibrant, icy mixture. Lyra took a sip, then found herself taking another and another—each one easier and deeper than the last.
By Mercedes Chanttoo2 years ago in Filthy
Dinner, Chapter 9
Lyra’s autoride dropped her in front of the main house, and she walked briskly towards the garden house, her heart pounding in her chest. She had left work early, unable to focus after the disastrous interaction with Mike. All she wanted was to talk to Emma, to confide in her and seek her advice. She had wanted to call or message her friend, but didn’t know where to begin. She had checked Emma's coordinates on her Swipe and saw she was still at home, but now she was at the garden house.
By Mercedes Chanttoo2 years ago in Filthy
Dinner, Chapter 8
Disclosure: AI-Generation. This story is a product of collaboration between the author and AI, serving three key roles: Writing Assistance (to refine grammar, enhance ideas, and adjust tone); Personalized Feedback (offering critique and suggestions for improving the narrative); and Visual Creation (entrusting the image generation to AI, as it lies outside my expertise). In crafting this narrative, I employed the capabilities of ChatGPT and Mistral for textual content, alongside Dall-E-3 for the visualization aspects.
By Mercedes Chanttoo2 years ago in Filthy
Ice . Content Warning.
It was a hot summer, the kind of heat that makes you sweat even in an air-conditioned room. Dee and I had been walking around barely wearing anything for days, and this was one of those days when we didn't even try to fight keeping our hands off each other.
By Mary Magenta2 years ago in Filthy
Dinner, Chapter 7
Disclosure: AI-Generation. This story is a product of collaboration between the author and AI, serving three key roles: Writing Assistance (to refine grammar, enhance ideas, and adjust tone); Personalized Feedback (offering critique and suggestions for improving the narrative); and Visual Creation (entrusting the image generation to AI, as it lies outside my expertise). In crafting this narrative, I employed the capabilities of ChatGPT and Mistral for textual content, alongside Dall-E-3 for the visualization aspects.
By Mercedes Chanttoo2 years ago in Filthy
The Last Man of Sodom
Amidst the stillness of the parking lot outside the studio, I make my way to my gleaming vintage Chevrolet Bel Air, its sparkling turquoise paint catching the sunlight in a shimmering display of nostalgia and tradition. Before I unlock the car door, my gaze drifts upward toward the sky, where cotton candy cumulus clouds float in their awe-inspiring glory, mirroring the sense of wonder and anticipation stirring within me.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR2 years ago in Filthy
