Colombian Sex. 57 E-Book

Emily White

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Serie: Adult Erotica Love Stories of Hentai Desires: Seductive Curves, Filthy Dreams, Naked Illustrations, Sex Games, Uncensored Hardcover Tales
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 75

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

uIndulge in an Unforgettable Journey of Passion and Temptation with Emily White's Erotic Masterpiece! Step into a captivating world where seduction knows no bounds in Emily White's latest collection of scintillating erotic stories, enriched with enchanting hentai illustrations. Immerse yourself in a universe where each word is a whispered promise, and every brushstroke is a visual enchantment that brings fantasies to life in pure hentai style. This collection is a daring invitation to explore the uncharted depths of desire, where pleasure unfolds with audacious strokes and details that will quicken your heartbeat. The carefully crafted hentai illustrations serve as sensuous portals, transporting you into dimensions where every hidden fantasy finds unabashed expression. What to Expect: - A Fusion of Literary Mastery and Sensual Artistry - Explicit and Alluring Hentai Illustrations - Stories That Explore the Boundaries of Lust and Fantasy - A Whirlwind of Seduction and Temptation This isn't just a collection; it's your exclusive ticket to a dimension of hentai eros, meticulously narrated and ardently illustrated by Emily White. Lift the cover and prepare for an intense experience fueled by the flame of passion. Caution: This Collection is Not for the Faint of Heart. Are You Ready to Cross the Threshold?

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Colombian Sex. 57

Collection of Adult and Erotic Manga Stories with Nude Pictures

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Emily White

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Table of Contents

Copyright

Table of Contents

Introduction

Follow-me!

Chapter 60

Epilogue

Thank You!

Introduction

Welcome to a captivating journey where my enthralling stories seamlessly intertwine with enchanting illustrations that redefine the very essence of desire in the world of hentai erotica.

Within the secret pages of these forbidden tales, I invite you to immerse yourself in a fiery universe of unrestrained passion. Every word is a whispered moan, and each illustration is a visual embrace that transforms the realms of fantasy into tangible reality.

This collection is not for the faint of heart. It's a bold manifesto, an invitation urging you to delve into the dark depths of lust, where pleasure is painted with audacious strokes and details that promise to quicken the rhythm of your heart. The illustrations are provocative gateways, guiding you into sensual dimensions where every hidden desire finds its expression without remorse.

Are you ready to plunge into a whirlwind of seduction and temptation, where the pages themselves transform into a stage for your most secret fantasies? Allow yourself to be carried away into a realm where sin transforms into art, and art seamlessly merges harmoniously with the ecstasy of desire.

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Chapter 60

I was on my way, leaving the coffee shop where I had hurriedly dropped off my fiancée, Alicia, and her sister, Mara. I said goodbye to them, facing the very real possibility of never seeing them again. Everything I had fought for and all the sacrifices I had made had led me to that moment, and I wasn't going to miss the chance to start a new life with Alicia, without Eleanor, Zeus, Carlos, or the drug cartels. All or nothing.

It began the final phase of my plan, absurdly called only in my head "The Michelangelo Plan", three years of planning and waiting, until I received the letter with the green "OK", it was the starting signal for me to move forward, the sign that the ideal moment I had longed for had arrived.

The first step was to go to Latin America to the couple of Colombian drug dealers I had worked with and befriended. They had also gotten me the cocaine I needed and when they saw me that day they were very happy.

YO: Hi guys, how are you?

CAMEL1: Well, brother...we missed you, you're our best customer.

CAMEL2: Sure, brother, nobody else buys one-pound packs of coke at a time, you want more? We'll have new material shortly.

Me: No, thank you, but I need a favor.

CAMEL1: Whatever, tell us.

Me: See, I need to contact your boss," they got serious.

CAMEL2: No, man, that would be horrible, since you asked the wrong questions...no, that's not a good idea.

I know, but I need to talk to the man in charge," they looked at each other for a few seconds, nodding.

CAMEL1: OK, but it's your responsibility, we don't know anything, got it?

I just need to know where to find it, don't worry about the rest.

With a little help, money, especially the inordinate amount of cocaine I had bought from them over the course of two years, which I gave to Alexis, for an entire week for her sole and perverse enjoyment, they told me where to find the guy who had had me beaten in a chair for days for rushing to ask about Eleanor. He was in an old warehouse in the suburbs.

I thanked him and greeted them with an obvious tension in the air; the last time the man had seen me, he had told me that if he ever saw me again, he would never hear from me again. I drove to the outskirts, where the warehouse was located, and taking a deep breath to think about how I should act, I got out of the car and headed for the entrance to the warehouse. After two minutes of walking through the rubble and moldy walls, three armed men, dressed almost identically in T-shirts and jeans, came towards me, Colombians, who were very nervous to see me there, one of them was not even my age and kept shouting at me. I managed to convince them not to shoot me and that I was there to buy a lot of cocaine. So they took me to their leader after searching me.

When he saw me, he recognized me at first sight. A Colombian man in his forties, short and stocky but scary, with a hard face and many wrinkles that gave him a serious air, not given to joking. Bald at the top of his head, with a "U" of brown hair, full of gray, around the nape of his neck. Dressed in an impeccably tailored, dark blue suit with matching tie, white shirt, and dress shoes. He didn't match that warehouse at all, nor did the dozen or so men armed with handguns, shotguns, and I even saw a machine gun, all in the hands of South American men, between 20 and 35 years old, who looked like they wanted to shoot me on command.

But I was there because of. Juan, we can call him, the leader, who was surprised to see me there like the others, but his character made him mask his confusion much better. As I stood in front of him, with one of his men pointing at me at all times, a few tense seconds passed. "Showtime," I thought, taking a deep breath.

He was sitting at a table, with stacks of bills counted by three beautiful naked women, at least one of whom was Spanish, a couple of kilos of cocaine in briefcases, and with four men around the table.

-YO: Hi...sorry to intrude.

JUAN: no, you don't mind, not yet, but it can be done, I told you I didn't want to see you again, you got off once, and you have the balls to come here! You're dead, boy.

I don't come here to die, I come here to get paid a lot of money," he became serious, or even more serious.

JUAN: And why the hell should I pay you?

ME: Information, very good, but only in exchange for a lot of money.

JUAN: I can have my friends beat you all you know, or maybe cut off a leg, or both, because I'd have to pay you something?

Me: because the information has an expiration date, after three hours, the information will be useless because it would be too late, and you would be robbed...- it was a bluff like a castle -...last time you spent two days beating me, I can last three hours.

JUAN: What if I shot you right here?

Me: You'd still lose the information..." - the serenity in my voice wasn't much more than what I was hearing in general, but enough to change the expression on his face.

JUAN: And what do you know is worth risking your life for?

Me: it's none of your business, I'll just tell your boss," the tension was palpable, no one had ever spoken to him like that, and the sighs of those around him were in unison.

JUAN: I'm the boss, I'm in charge here!

YO: here, but from what I understand, your boss, the one from Colombia, is visiting..." Juan's eyes widened like saucers.

JUAN: How the fuck do you know that?!

Me: For the same reason I know you are being robbed, but I will only tell them in person and for a large sum of money.

JUAN: It's impossible, tell me about it... and we'll see.

Me: yourself, maybe he'll find out that you were robbed right under your nose, and you didn't hear anything, maybe he already knows about me here, and that you didn't do anything, even though I told you that you were robbed... or you can introduce me to him, and look like the hero, maybe he'll give you a juicy reward for your loyal services... and just for letting me talk to him for a few minutes, what do you have to lose?

JUAN: You tell me and I'll tell him.

Me: It has to be in front of him, I have to see it in person.

JUAN: That's what an informant would say.... Why in front of him? - He grabbed a gun off the table.

Me: you see, in the robbery there are high echelons of your ... organization, and I'm not crazy enough to say what I know, and that someone who is involved, I shot myself "accidentally", before it reaches the ears of the boss. On the other hand, if it's in front of him, no one will lift a finger and I'll be safe.