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Leanna

COMPLETED [Mature Content] My life has no meaning. I'm forty years old, a middle age woman. Some say I have a fulfilling life, an architect with a high salary, a one-bedroom condo unit and a face that, although not the most beautiful, certainly warrants a second look. The only thing people criticize about me is the emptiness of my ring finger. I'm not married and don't have a family of my own. I don't feel anything about it. I don't need a man in my life, and I hate kids. The only thing I regretted was how I lived my life. Half of it wasted in school and the other half wasted in work. Before I knew it, I'm already old and at my deaths bed - alone and dying. THEN I WOKE UP FROM THE DREAM. ---- Read my other works: I am the Queen (FL) Genre: Fiction, Mature, Modern Romance, StrongFL, RichFL, PoorML, ColdML Realm Wars (ML) Genre: Epic Fantasy, Action, Adventure, Mature, R18, Romance, RPGelements, GAMEelements, OPmc Angels, Demons, Sprites, Elves, Beastmen Generation of Heroes (ML) Genre: Action, Adventure, Epic Fantasy, Friendship, Magic, Beasts, Game Elements, Multiple Leads, OPmc, Romance, War, Military Trinity the Last White Witch (FL) Genre: Werewolf, Vampires, Witches, Fantasy, R18, Mature, ColdML, StrongFL ---- Stalk me here: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter: MiuNovels ---- Donate for my Milk Addiction: PayPal: Miu.2017@yahoo.com

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279 Chs

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[Estela's POV]

[Pitch Black]

"Nngh . . ."

He groaned ever so quietly when I pulled my hand away from his and rubbed his bulged beneath his boxers. It was at rest at first but it didn't take a second before it responded to my loving touch.

"Estela . . . ," he protested, tone in pain. He probably wanted me to stop, yet his pleading voice only enticed me to continue.

I pulled his boxers down together with his briefs, exposing the fullness of his length.

Oh P***!

He's so hard.

And big!

And hot!!

And throbbing!!!

My fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, trying to circle its thickness to no avail.

"Nghh . . ."

He groaned when I moved my fingers up and down while my eyes never left his –– now panting face.

His eyes were intense. His lips quivered. His cheeks were flush as he grabbed my hand, a weak attempt to stop me.

"S-stop . . ."

I moaned upon hearing him plead.

Oh, P***!