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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
Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires Chapter 101 My Divorce Gift
“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
Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires Chapter 99. My Divorce Gift Was a Sex Freak Robot
“Eat Shit, Derek” Layla slammed the front door behind her, the sound echoing through the house like a gunshot, her heart still racing from the chaos on the porch. Max, the golden retriever, bounded over, tail wagging furiously, oblivious to the storm raging inside her. She dropped to her knees, burying her face in his fur for a moment, breathing in that familiar doggy scent to calm herself. "Good boy," she murmured, but her voice shook. The cop's lights had faded down the street, Derek's car screeching away like the coward he was, but the anger burned hot in her chest. She had reported them—Derek and his little slut Brittany—for "suspicious activity" in public, and watching the officer warn them from her window had been satisfying, but not enough. Not nearly enough.Big Daddy Burrito stood in the living room, his massive frame filling the space, eyes glowing that soft amber again now that he was charging from the outlet. He had slipped inside earlier, his battery low after the o
Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires Chapter 98. My Divorce Gift Was a Sex Freak Robot
“That fucking whore!”Derek’s tires screamed down the street, the car fishtailing like his rage. Brittany bounced in the passenger seat, crop top riding higher, eyes wide on his clenched jaw.“This isn’t over,” he snarled, pounding the wheel. “That bitch humiliated me. I’ll deal with her. I’ll make her pay.”Brittany bit her lip, watching him fume. She was the new one, the replacement, and replacements had to prove they were better. She slid her hand across the console, fingers brushing his thigh.“Let me make you feel better, Daddy,” she purred, voice sweet and desperate. “Let me take it to your hiney.”Derek’s eyes flicked to the rearview—Layla’s porch shrinking, Big Daddy’s arm around her waist. The car hadn’t moved yet; he was still parked across the street, engine idling, watching the front door like a hawk.Brittany didn’t wait. She unbuckled, leaned over, yanked his zipper down. His cock flopped out—soft, small, defeated.She wrapped her manicured hand around it, stroking slow
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