Chapters tagged cunnilingus

by Levantin

Chapter 32

The loud, shrill bell saved me at the very last second. The sound sliced through the hallway, doors swung open, and a wave of students pushed between us. “Sore muscles,” I blurted out hastily, pressing the heavy books even firmer against my groin as I took half a step back. “Fro...

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Chapter 63

She kept her palm pressed against my chest for another heartbeat, feeling the wild, unchecked hammering beneath before slowly drawing her fingers away. "Bedroom," Loona said flatly. Not another syllable. I trailed behind her down the hushed hallway, my head still swimming with...

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Chapter 68

She sat in the armchair, one leg draped casually over the other, tracing the tip of her foot across my lower lip until my mouth parted on its own. Loona slid her toes inside—slow, unmistakable—letting them rest there as naturally as if this space belonged to her, just like every...

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Chapter 103

I stepped through the doorway, eased the heavy wooden door shut without a sound, and turned the key in the latch. The quiet, metallic click echoed behind my eyes like the final sealing of an airlock against the outside world. The air inside the room was heavy, dense, and suffoca...

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Chapter 109

The latch engaged with a quiet, dull click. The flat lay half-submerged in shadows, warm and quiet, laced with a gentle jazz melody humming from the speakers and the faint trace of heavy red wine. Leaning my back against the cold wood of the front door, my hands trembled so viol...

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Chapter 135

The rush of the rain shower filled the tiled bathroom with a dense, humid cloud of steam. The hot water drummed against the back of my neck, washing the sweat, the floor oil, and the searing indignity of the salon from my skin. I stood there with my head bowed, bracing both palms...

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Chapter 169

The regional express to Brandenburg hummed steadily over the tracks. Outside, the sparse pine forests of the Mark Brandenburg drifted past in the grey afternoon light; inside, the soft murmur of the air conditioning muffled the rhythmic clatter of the wheels. We sat across from...