Knowing a command wouldn't sway her, Ferdinand lowered his voice."Look, just... just do it, okay? Mrs. Cruz doesn't want any drama with the press. If word gets out that Jessie was a mess at a public event, we're all in trouble."Kathy rolled her eyes."She'll be in trouble for getting drunk and not drinking responsibly, not me.""The F&F brand will be in trouble, so you will be, too," Ferdinand replied impatiently.Kathy wasn't in the mood to be bothered. She continued sipping her drink while Ferdinand kept pushing her to take Jessie home.She gave him a long, skeptical look, as if considering the request. She could have just walked away and let Jessie handle her own mess. But there was a part of her that couldn't deny a tiny spark of something strange she'd felt for Jessie earlier."Fine," she said with a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes. "I'll help her. But only to keep the brand clear. It's not because I like her.""Finally, she considered it. You did yourself a favor."With that,
"Is this really your first time?" Beauty's voice.That wasn't expected, yet not totally unexpected.Bruno glanced at her, still recovering from the soul-snatching blowjob she had given him."Was I being too obvious?"She smiled and shook her head."I... heard it from you, but I doubted it... I mean, you are Bruno... there's no way I am your first.""So you don't believe me?" he replied with a frown, a bit sad."No, no, baby... I do believe you... I just... I feel bad that you're not my first too," Beauty said, sitting down on the bed beside him.Her lips quivered, and her eyes clouded."If only I had waited until now... I'm sorry I have a lot of body counts. I'm filthy.""Four?" Bruno replied."You're zero! And you're a man! And you are Bruno Hathaway!" Bruno supported his body with his elbow and raised his head to look at her full face. "If we had met earlier, it wouldn't be the same, right? So it's not your fault. Let's blame it on fate.""Fate?" She scoffed, but tears still r
"I can't take it all in. It'll go straight to my womb at this point, but look at that face... he looks so curious and expectant. I don't have to disappoint him. It's his first time," she said to herself and closed her eyes, pushing further in until it went so deep that she froze on top of him."Oh, my fucking hole!""Are you alright?" she heard Bruno ask and opened her eyes."Yes, baby, it's big, and I love it."She smiled to convince him."It feels so amazing... and hot inside... I feel your juices coating it, all over, and I can feel your walls grabbing me too. So am I no longer a virgin?" he asked innocently."We haven't started yet," she laughed.Then, with her lips pressed, she started moving her hips back and forth."Oh yes... oh my... oh my..."The sensation was unbelievable. Every corner of her walls was not excluded."You have an amazing dick," she snapped.That was supposed to stay inside her head!"Oh... umm... thanks... does it feel good?" Bruno gulped."Oh... good... so..
"Can I move my hips?" he requested."Yes... please... yes," Beauty replied, panting, heavily. He began to thrust into her, moving slowly, savoring each sensation.She started moving in rhythm with his hip thrusts."Oh baby, do you enjoy this as much as I do?" she asked."It feels great..really...." he groaned, thrusting up into her. A minute later, Bruno stopped. "Wait... baby......"Bruno paused, breathing heavily."Okay..."He was curious to know what she wanted to try.She turned her back to him.Her bare back down to her soft butt looked so smooth and the two dimples just above her waist was lovely to see. "I am glad it didn't work with those men",He told himself .Beauty pushed his shaft, now covered with her juices, back into her core. Unlike before, her insides were now relaxed."This way you can watch it go in and out of me," she told him and started hopping on his shaft.Bruno hissed and watched her take it in and out.She was right; it was so amazing to watch... but h
He kissed her forehead, then her wet eyes. Pressing his forehead pressed against hers, he whispered huskily."I care about you, baby; you know that?"Beauty nodded, looking down shyly. "I love you. I'm glad they lost you; else we wouldn't be here now," he whispered, looking directly into her eyes."Thank you... for everything," she said, meeting his gaze this time. Bruno wiped her tears with his thumb as he cupped her face and kissed her again. "I want this to be perfect for you. I want to be able to make you feel good and different. Tell me how to make you feel better. I will learn and catch up easily," he breathed hotly.Lowering his hands, he inserted two fingers into her core.Beauty gasped."It's your... your... first time... baby... it's your night... you have to do what... makes... you... oh my goodness!... feel good."She finally let the words out. His fingers were so good."I love the sound of your moan," he whispered while continuing to devour her with his eyes
When they arrived at the Mrs Cruz residence. Kathy helped Jessie out of the cab, the door shutting with a soft thud."Great everyone is at the party and I am here taking care of a drunk ass bitch"."Drunk ass bitch".Jessie repeated and let out a quiet laugh, her head resting on Kathy's shoulder as Kathy struggled to walk her down the hallway."Hey..." Jessie mumbled, her voice sleepy. She looked up at Kathy, her gaze surprisingly intense despite her unfocused eyes."What!""Did I ever tell you... you smell really nice?"She said and sniffed Kathy.Kathy swallowed, trying to control her racing heart then completely ignored her.Jessie's lips curled in a wild smile, and she reached up, her fingers touching Kathy's jawline as if she were tracing it."You are really beautiful," she murmured, her voice low, almost seductive. Her fingers were electrifying to Kathy's skin.She has suddenly grown sensitive to Jessie.How is this even possible!A crush maybe because she is attracted to
The sounds of grunting, squishing, moaning, and butt slapping against flesh continued to fill the presidential suite."You like that?"Bruno asked, as his thrusts became faster, his body soaked in sweat.The air conditioner wasn't enough to cool them in the heat of their ecstasy."Yes, that's it... you're doing great... baby! Faster..."Beauty cried, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She started gasping, mouthing inaudible gibberish at him.Slowly, her trembling hands reached for his and held on as if her life depended on it."Yes...""You're fucking driving me crazy!"Bruno cried, his hips moving uncontrollably.The "thwack... thwack... thwack" sound of his heavy, wet balls slapping against her soft ass made him realize she was thrusting back with equal energy.He wanted her to surrender to him. He didn't want her to feel the need to push against him.He increased his thrusts so much that Beauty felt her walls breaking down. She couldn't escape it."Oh yes... oh... oh my good
"Bruno?"Beauty murmured again, her voice thick with sleep, barely audible.Pushing herself up on one elbow, she squinted toward the lounge area visible through the half-open bedroom door. The faint hope that he might be sipping coffee or enjoying the view came to mind, but unfortunately, she was wrong.She swung her legs over the side of the bed, grabbing the duvet and wrapping it around her naked body."Bruno?" she called again, louder this time, her voice trembling slightly.No sign of him.Beauty's chest tightened. A creeping unease spread through her as she checked the bathroom.Empty.The closet? Empty too.Flashes of Tim leaving her after her first night came to mind. Could it be that Bruno had his "plus-size experience" and left too?Was it all a lie?Is this the end of her love story with Bruno?There's no way!She convinced herself, tears filling her eyes."Bruno!" she shouted now, her voice cracking with emotion.Her bare feet moved quickly as she searched every corner of t
Mr. and Mrs. Hills were cooking together in the kitchen, talking about their daughter, Beauty, and her boyfriend, Bruno. But their conversation was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.Mr. Hills stood up quickly and volunteered to get the door.The door rang again."Hold on!"He shouted and walked to the door. He thought it was Beauty or maybe her friend Jessie, who had come to check on her, just like Eric.But when Mr. Hills opened the door, he froze on the spot.Standing there was a young woman who looked exactly like his daughter, Beauty. She had the same pale skin, the same eyes, and the same long, shiny hair.She looked just like Beauty, except she was thinner. Where Beauty was soft, rounded in places with a natural, effortless beauty, this young lady was slimmer, her features sharper but still very identical.It was like looking at a mirror image of Beauty.She also seemed more into fashion and glamorous accessories and could pass for a supermodel, Mr. Hills thought.He blinked,
Beauty was seated between Bruno's mother and sister, Abigail, with a young boy, around eleven years old, seated across from her. He had a funny look on his face as he tried to get her attention.Next to him sat a stunning elderly woman who looked much younger than her age, her long white hair plaited into two thick strands that cascaded down her shoulders. Despite the visible age in her hair, her face suggested she was in her late fifties.But she's the oldest in the room; she must be older than that. Maybe Bruno's grandma, Beauty thought.She gulped hard, nervously.But the real discomfort came from the presence of her ex, Nathan. He was seated opposite her-the man who had engaged her and dumped her the same day. From the way he looked at her, it was clear he was enjoying the torment he was causing her.Why me?Why today?Why here?Beauty tried to catch her breath, but every time Nathan's wife's elder sister, who was the mother of the boy, glared at her and whispered something to him
Beauty stood in her room, her heart racing with excitement as she applied a light coat of lip gloss. She reached for the body spray, misting it over her shoulders and collarbone before slipping into her wine-colored lingerie. The silk fabric hugged her curves, accentuating her figure. She pulled a satin robe over it, the soft material brushing against her skin as she tied it loosely at her waist.Taking a deep breath, she moved toward the door, her footsteps light and quiet. But as she reached for the doorknob, pulled the door open only to see her mother in front of her door... about to knock.Her stomach dropped."Mo... Mom!" she gasped, her voice trembling.Mrs. Hills stood in the dimly lit hallway, her eyes puffy with sleep yet sharp with curiosity."What... are you doing here, you scared me!"Mrs. Hills crossed her arms, her gaze traveling from Beauty's flushed face to her barely tied robe."Where are you going? It's 1 a.m.""To... to the guest room. I was going to... check on Bru
Just then, Mr. Hills walked into the kitchen, looking bewildered."Son, what in the world... What happened."Eric, standing off to the side, tried to hide a grin, but the corners of his mouth were twitching."Well, this is... awkward.""Stay out of this," Mr. Hills told Eric with a coldness that surprised even Beauty."I'll be in the living room," Eric said awkwardly and walked away from the kitchen.As Beauty and Mr. Hills stood there, assessing the damage with their eyes. Bruno stood awkwardly, still holding the blackened tray with the burnt wings. He looked as if he might collapse from the embarrassment.But to his surprise, Mr. Hills, with a soft chuckle, clapped him on the back, making Bruno's heart jump slightly."Okay, so it's not a total disaster," he said, his voice light with a touch of humor, trying to ease the tension. "You've got some good ones left here."He grabbed a few of the less-burnt wings off the tray."These will do just fine. Don't worry about it, son. You trie
Bruno turned to her with a helpless expression on his face."I've got this. I just... need to decide what to make," he stuttered.Beauty bit her lip to keep from laughing."You don't have to do this, you know...""I've made up my mind. I will impress your dad with my skills."Beauty rolled her eyes."There are two Rolls Royces outside, Babe... They're already impressed. You're setting the bar too high. What would I do to impress your parents?"Bruno said nothing, focused on the food.Seeing his determination, Beauty sighed and walked over to the fridge, pulling out a pack of chicken wings and some basic seasonings."Here, start with these. Wings are a safe bet. I'll set everything out for you."Bruno nodded."Thanks," he muttered.Beauty laid the ingredients on the counter, tied a kitchen apron around him, and smiled proudly."How do I look?"Bruno asked posing."A chef's kiss," she said, demonstrating with a gesture then she took a picture of him.They both laughed."Here." Beauty h
Bruno scoffed, shaking his head."I don't like him. And I'm not gay."Beauty blinked."Is he gay?""Who knows?"Bruno shrugged. Beauty rolled her eyes."What does being gay have to do with this? You don't have to like him like that. I mean, get along with him as a normal person.Maybe even be friends."Bruno frowned."I don't want friends, Beauty. You know that. I'm not the type to...hang out with random people. I'm an introvert, remember?""I know, my love. But you need a friend. And Eric... you can't just glare at him the whole time. My parents are watching. Please, just try. Not as close friends, but... try to be friendly and get along with him."Bruno exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. He met her gaze and saw the pleading in her eyes. Finally, he relented with a grumble. "Fine. I'll try. But if flirts with you, jokeor not ..then I will..""He won't dare".Beauty assured him with a smile.Bruno rolled his tongue and nodded, then pulled her for a kiss."Come on, let's
OutsideAs soon as they were out of earshot, Bruno grabbed Eric roughly by the arm, pulling him a few steps away from the door. His jaw was set, and his eyes burned with barely contained anger."What's your deal, huh? What the hell are you doing here? Did you get paid to ruin my day with Beauty? Or is this just some pathetic attempt to get her attention? I warned you before ...she is mine...what games are you playing?"Eric raised his hands in surrender."Relax, man. I'm not here to steal your girl. I just wanted to welcome her. Thought it'd be a nice gesture."Bruno's eyes narrowed in irritation."A nice gesture? Showing up uninvited, with flowers, to my girlfriend's parents' house while I'm here? That's not a gesture,you are intentionally trying to get on my nerves,today is supposed to be an important day for us...you have no place here".Eric smirked, crossing his arms." Look, I didn't know you'd be here. I came for Beauty, not you. What's your problem? Feeling a little overprotec
Mrs. Hills glanced at the living room. Beauty's expression said it all."I'm sorry... but I don't think Beauty will want to...""Pardon me, Mrs. Hills, but I'm well aware of her relationship with Bruno Hathaway. We're just friends."Mrs. Hills' eyes widened in surprise."Oh, I see. Well, come on in, dear."Eric stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Beauty."Beauty! It's good to see you," he said, then glanced at Bruno.Seeing the jealous expression on Bruno's face, Eric smirked to himself.Beauty stared at him, dumbfounded, her mouth slightly open."Eric? What... why are you here?" she muttered."Who is this?" Mr. Hills asked, but before Beauty could reply, Eric interjected."Hey, is that the new Barcelona jersey?" Eric said, referring to the polo Mr. Hills wore.Mr. Hills perked up, his smile widening."Sure is. I'm a big fan of the team."Eric grinned and gestured to himself."Same here! Been following them since I was a kid."Mr. Hills chuckled, clearly im
As Mr. and Mrs. Hills guided Beauty and Bruno to the dining table, Mrs. Hills beamed uncontrollably."I made this especially for you two. Please, take a seat," she said warmly.Once they were all seated, Mrs. Hills placed a hand delicately on the edge of the table, tilting her head as if piecing together a puzzle."Forgive me, dear," she began, her voice gentle but curious, "but you look so familiar. I feel like I've seen you before, but I can't quite place it."She addressed Bruno, who gave her a nervous smile. Beauty glanced from Bruno to her parents, thinking fast.Mr. Hills nodded, leaning forward slightly."Same here. Have we met before, son?"Bruno managed a polite smile, but before he could respond, Beauty cleared her throat, her cheeks tinged with a slight blush."Actually, Mom, Dad, you probably recognize him because...that must be because he brought me home with his car sometime ago, he's Bruno Hathaway. He's my boss's son."The room fell silent for a moment.Mrs. Hills' eye