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• i love threesomes with my boyfriend

  January 18, 2026

  🍬 Ashley — I love threesomes with my boyfriend 🍬

  The scent of jasmine and vanilla hung thick in the air when Liam unlocked the door. He found Ashley in the entryway, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She was 19, all playful energy and daring ideas, and tonight was no exception. She wore a sheer, black negligee that did little to hide the curves he knew so well. “Close your eyes,” she whispered, her voice a silken command. “I have a surprise for you.” Liam grinned, playing along. He loved her games, her insatiable desire to please him. She led him by the hand down the hall and pushed open the bedroom door. The room was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. “You can look now,” she murmured. He opened his eyes. On the bed, reclining against a pile of pillows, was a girl straight from his fantasies. She was a true bombshell, with a cascade of golden hair tumbling over bare, sun-kissed shoulders and a smile that could stop traffic. Her sky-blue eyes met his, a silent invitation passing between them. Liam turned to Ashley, his breath catching in his throat. She simply smiled, that same devilish sparkle in her gaze. She knew his weakness for blondes, and she loved indulging it. Without a word, Ashley stepped behind him, her fingers deftly unbuckling his belt as she pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck. The blonde on the bed watched, her own lips parting slightly. Ashley gave a subtle nod, and the girl rose, moving towards them with a feline grace. This was Ashley’s favorite art form—the精心 choreographed seduction, the shared heat, the way Liam’s face transformed with pure, unadulterated bliss. As three pairs of hands began to explore, she knew tonight would be another masterpiece.

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• my neighbour loves young blondes

  January 18, 2026

  🍬 Ashley — my neighbour loves young blondes 🍬

  Title: Sunlit Invitation The midday sun glinted off the pool’s surface, but Ashley didn’t flinch as she lounged on her chaise, one hand shading her eyes, the other idly tracing the rim of her glass. At 19, with sun-kissed skin and hair that cascaded like liquid gold, she knew the effect she had. Her white bikini, barely there, clung to curves that seemed to defy gravity. She didn’t mind the glances—especially not from the tall, dark-haired man who lived in the villa across the courtyard. She’d caught him watching before, his gaze lingering as she tanned or splashed in the shallows. Today, though, he didn’t look away. He stood at his terrace railing, palms gripping the iron bars, his expression unreadable. Then, he smiled—a slow, deliberate thing. Ashley tilted her head, a challenge in her smirk. She raised her glass in a mock toast before slipping beneath the pool’s surface. When she emerged, towel draped low over her shoulders, he was still there. Moments later, a knock echoed at her gate. “Hi,” he said, leaning casually against the doorframe. His voice was smooth, warmed by the summer air. “I’m Mark. We’ve waved before.” “Yeah,” she purred, leaning against the door, towel clutched to her chest. “You’re the one who stares.” A chuckle. “Guilty. Mind if I join you? Or should I invite you somewhere?” Her pulse flickered. “You’re bold.” “And you’re brave, wearing that in the sun,” he retorted, nodding at her bikini. “I’d offer you a drink, but… why not come over? My terrace has a better view.” Ashley hesitated, then looped her towel over her shoulder. “Teasing much?” “Never,” he whispered, stepping closer. His hand brushed hers as he gestured toward his villa. “Just… curious. You’re the first blonde bombshell who’s dared to mock me back.” She crossed the courtyard, every step a calculation, every glance a spark. On his terrace, the air was cooler, scented with citrus and something muskier—his cologne. He poured drinks, fingers brushing hers as he handed her a glass. “To bold girls,” he said. “To bold girls,” she echoed, her voice softer now. The clink of glass was lost beneath the hum of the afternoon, the tension thick as the sweet scent of the cocktails. Mark’s hand found hers, steady, sure. Ashley didn’t pull away. Outside, the pool glimmered, but the real current pulled them closer—silent, inevitable, and deep.

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