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• Nymphomania   Fourteen

  Oriana couldn't help but stare at Eloisa as he raised one of his eyebrows at her waiting for her to complete her sentence. She moved her eyes away, blaming herself for acting clumsy like she always does.An idea came to her, like a white bulb that appears on top of a child's head. The type she always sees on her Television.She leaned over to Arden slowly, her lips grazing his earlobe then she whispered seductively into his ear “Tell me his surname.”Arden glanced towards Eloisa who still watched them feeling annoyed at their despicable behaviour they're displaying in his front.“Why do you want to know?” He had looked away, his head beneath Oriana's dreadlocks shading him away from the looming predator who was six steps away from him.Oriana said between her teeth “I am trying to form a dialogue.”“Trying to catch his attention, I supposed?” Arden teased her.

• Nymphomania   Thirteen

  ?? ??? ????? ???? ?? ????, ???'? ?? ?????? ?? ??????.?????? ?????? ??? ????? ???????? ??? ??????? shut it when she heard light chuckles from the man sitting down on the sofa with his fingers supporting his chin. He was staring deep into her soul but with a bored look on his face.Immediately, she had contemplated, God took his perfect time moulding him. She scrutinizes him under her eyelashes. His eyes were a deep shade of blue, blue like light waves reflecting off a sea in the dark. And they bored into her body, giving her the weird but sweet feeling of being mentally undressed. She watched how the biceps strained under the tight opened white shirt.A hand on her throat as he pounds harder into her won't be bad.The upper buttons of his shirt were open and she could glimpse his powerful chest with sparse hair. She watched him caref

• Nymphomania   Twelve

  ?? ???? ??? ? ????? ?? ??? ???? ?? ??? blaring sound and the dull light. Twice, she bumped into two drunk guys who were unable to maintain their balance. Instead, they feed their eyes on her bosom as they stared lustfully at her. She shoved them away from her, she wasn't going to allow any guy to take advantage of her like the last time.She shuddered as her mind reverted to the incident that happened but not in this club. She realized Queen didn't know about her whereabouts.Scratch that.Oriana hurriedly shoved her way through as she kept her eyes on the bar ahead of her. She ignored the protests of some random strangers who stared angrily at her back. She doubted if they didn't take a look at her body. She wasn't curvy but her graceful steps like that of antelope allure men and women to her.She flopped on the vacant seat, tapped her fingers on the mahogany table to call f

• Nymphomania   Eleven

  ??? ?????? ????????? ???? ??? ??????? who had a bored look on his scarred face. A face that speaks of violence and conquests against his enemies. Oriana ignored the cussing of the other people on the line, she jabbed her fingers on the huge guy's chest, not scared of getting hurt.The bouncer gently pushed Oriana aside, he was partially angry the little girl had wasted his time. He couldn't ignore the girl's beauty that threw him off a bit but in order to maintain his job, he had to abide by the rules.Oriana chewed on her fingers, the breeze caressing her face. She covered her body with the thin jacket brought by her. The line was getting longer minute by minute. Oriana blinked back the tears that threatened to repaint her face.Suddenly, she remembered one of the VIPs whose social activities were spent here. Majorly everyone knew him and respected him. Most of the girls love to get into his pants bu

• Nymphomania   Ten

  ? ???'? ???? ?? ??? ???? ? ?????????? ??? ?'??? ???? ??? ???? ? ????.??? ??????? ????? ?? ?? ?? ?? ???? ?? ?? ??? ??????? ??? ????? ??? ????????. Waking up to have a bath makes Oriana scream inside her head, not when it's freezing inside her apartment. She rubbed her palms against her cheeks, humming as she let her eyes scan the small wardrobe in the bedroom.It was eight in the night, and a few hours later she'd either find herself moaning with a man's dick pounding the edges of her womanhood or anxiously waiting for a guy to pick her up. As much as she hated to confess to her emotionless feelings, she had no choice but to endure the hours of heavy climax and riding until she could hear her irregular breathing.She was interrupted by the loud buzzing sound coming from her phone with a frown craved on her pretty face, she

• Nymphomania   Nine

  ????????? ????????? ?? ??? ????? ???? ?? ????.?????? ?????? ?? ??? ???? ?? ??? ????. She inhaled air into her lungs before she inserted a key, and turned it open. She had crept away from Queen house, she wanted to be on herself even though her friend was against it. Sometimes, she knew sooner or later both Queen and she would go their separate ways. She expected Cherry's meows and her tail hanging on the air as she stared at her with big green eyes. She missed living beings contact most especially Queen and Cherry.Oriana knew she had to make friends, she was a lonely little brat that mourned over her misfortunes. She had gotten drunk; pulling her hair, gulping, cursing God for her existence. Later on, she woke up on the floor with bottles built around her like China's wall. Trust, she hardly trusts. This was her problem from the day of her exist