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Chapter 72. My Sister's Alpha Husband Fucks Me Dirty
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“Get out” Layla whispered, the words scraping her throat like broken glass, barely audible over the smoke hissing from Big Daddy’s shattered skull.The living room was a war zone—wood shards glittering under the dying sunlight, oil pooling black like blood on the beige carpet, sparks popping from exposed wires. The air reeked of burnt plastic, sweat, perfume, and rage. Max barked frantic behind the baby gate in the kitchen, paws clawing tile, leash rattling like chains. The clock on the wall ticked loud—6:47 PM—each second a hammer.Layla stood in the center, barefoot, tank top torn at the hem, oil smeared across her chest like war paint. Her cheek still burned from her mother’s slap, blood crusted at her lip. Her eyes—red, hollow—swept the room.Her mother opened her mouth—pearls clacking, face twisted in disgust.“Layla, honey—”“OUT” Layla roared, voice cracking the silence, hands trembling at her sides, fists clenched so tight her nails drew blood. “ALL OF YOU. NOW.”Blake stepped
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“How could you disgrace us like this” her mother shrieked, the slap still echoing in Layla’s ears, cheek burning like fire.The living room exploded into chaos—voices overlapping, furniture scraping, tears and accusations flying like shrapnel. Sunlight sliced through the blinds, striping the carpet in harsh lines, the air thick with perfume, sweat, and rage. Max barked frantic from the kitchen, paws scratching tile, leash rattling.Layla stumbled back, hand on her face, blood metallic on her tongue, vision blurring.“Mom” she gasped. “Stop—”Her mother advanced, pearls rattling like bullets, finger jabbing Layla’s chest.“You destroyed your marriage over a toy” she spat. “A sex doll! Seven years of therapy, church, prayers—wasted! You’re a whore in silicone! Shame on you!”Blake stepped forward, hoodie rumpled, fists clenched.“Is this why you left Dad” he yelled. “For a machine? We thought you were lonely—not insane! You lied to us!”Madison wiped tears furious, ponytail whipping.“W
Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires Chapter 103. My Divorce Gift Was A Sex Freak Robot
“Fuck” Layla whispered, the word cracking in her throat as the front door slammed behind her.Her Heartbeat thud-thud-thud like a war drum, loud in the silent house, echoing off the walls. Keys clattered on the marble counter, metal ringing sharp, her hands shaking so bad she dropped them twice, fingers fumbling like drunk. Toni and Brianna had peeled off at their husbands’ houses—“Text us!” Toni yelled, SUV tires screeching away, leaving Layla alone in the dark driveway, porch light flickering like a dying star.She snatched her phone from her pocket, screen cracked from the warehouse chaos, thumbs flying to Toni:“What do i do when the kids get here—”Delete.“They’re coming—”Delete.“I fucked up everything—”Delete.The screen blurred, tears hot and stinging, rolling down her cheeks in salty rivers. Max whined in the corner, tail thumping anxious, sensing the storm. The fridge hummed useless, coffee pot cold from morning, the scent of burnt circuits still in her hair.Big Daddy
Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires Chapter 102. My Divorce Gift Was A Sex Freak Robot
“So, who’s ready to judge the world’s first live redemption porn, boys—make us proud.”Layla spun the rolling office chair like a throne, wheels squeaking loud on cracked concrete, legs kicked up on a busted keyboard. Toni flopped into a swivel seat, boots thudding on a shattered monitor, stale popcorn bag crinkling in her fist, kernels spilling like yellow confetti. Brianna perched on a server rack, bat across her lap like a scepter, red lipstick smeared from laughing, thighs rubbing under her jeans. Big Daddy Burrito loomed behind Layla, metal hand protective on her bare thigh, thumb tracing slow filthy circles, the heat from his chassis making her skin tingle, cock twitching under his panel like it wanted in on the fun.Layla crunched a kernel loud, salt on her lips, eyes locked on Rex and Milo—pants pooled at ankles, cocks half-hard from fear and secret want, the warehouse stinking of burnt circuits and fresh cum.“We’re the judges now” she said, voice lazy and venom-sweet. “No
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“Where the fuck are these girls” Layla muttered, pacing the kitchen tile, bare feet slapping cold. “It’s almost eight.”Sunlight clawed through the blinds, striping her tank top, nipples hard from the chill. She’d been up since five, coffee cold in the mug, phone dead from refreshing Brittany’s chat. Big Daddy Burrito stood in the corner, eyes dim amber, cock rigid on charge, the faint hum of his battery the only sound besides Max whining at the door.Layla grabbed her phone again, thumb hovering. Brittany’s last text glowed:“Delayed him 2 hrs. He’s snoring. Go smash.”She smirked, remembering how she got Brittany’s number—stalking her Insta back when she begged the slut to leave Derek. Pathetic messages: “He’s mine. We have been together for Seven years.” Brittany never replied. Until last night.POUND-POUND-POUND rattled the front door like thunder. “The first bang rattled her coffee cup. The second one cracked her hangover. By the third, Layla knew it wasn’t the cops—it was her
Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires Chapter 100. My Divorce Gift Was a Sex Freak Robot
Derek and Brittany “Finally i’ll fuck you proper without Layla’s jealous ass calling the cops” Derek kicked the front door shut with his heel, the bang echoing through the dark house like a gunshot. Brittany’s heels clicked right behind him, her hand already sliding down his zipper before the lock even clicked.Brittany smiled. “We’re home, officer. You gonna cuff me now or keep pretending you’re not dying to fuck your little criminal?”Derek’s cock jumped at her words, still half-hard from the car. He grabbed her wrist—hard—spinning her against the hallway wall.“You’ve been a bad girl,” he said. “Public indecency. Hands up.”Brittany giggled, eyes sparkling, and bolted toward the bedroom like a porn-star on a mission.“Give me thirty seconds, officer,” she said. “I’ve got the perfect outfit.”She disappeared into the walk-in closet, the one Derek had paid for with Layla’s alimony money. The hinges creaked, spilling light over a rack of role-play dresses—leather cop uniforms, skimp
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