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Stacy — Badge number J638493 (1)

Author: Scarlett Jane
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-25 13:48:04
Scott and I had what felt like less than thirty seconds to meet up with Kenny, who had found Willow throwing up in the bathroom, before we were discovered.

"Stay with Willow. Lay low. Find a different way out of here and then text it to me and whatever you do, don't come up to us until the time is right," Scott had said to Kenny.

"Incoming," I said, spotting Don Marcus and Luca at a poker table not too far away.

Both of them here threw me for a loop. One was bad enough as it is, but both kof them? It was an uncommon and unfortunate occurrence.

They had spotted us too. Luca and I made eye contact as he whispered to the two big hulks now headed our way.

"How will I know when the time is right?" asked a nervous Kenny.

"Trust me, you'll know. Now go," said Scott, seamlessly turning away from Kenny just as Luca's men approached us.

"Don Marcus wants to talk," said one of the big guys, hands behind his back.

"Lead the way," said Scott, his voice almost chipper.

If his heart
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    "Suck it," Scott hissed at me through gritted teeth, the desperation to come audible in his voice as I tossed the phone aside."You know what really gets to me? I'm not a jealous bitch like you. I share my toy with you. The least you could have done was let me watch," I said nonchalantly, speeding up again, pumping my fist furiously now. "Fucking hell. You said you were going to do what I wanted," he screamed, pinning me in place with a desperate glare, yanking at the cuffs in vain once more. "Now fucking suck my dick, whore." It took everything in me to stop stroking him and let go of his dick. I knew he would come if I didn't though. Lowering my head down to his dick, I let my lips kiss the tip. "Beg me to," I said, looking up at him with unabashed sadism. "Please baby," he said desperately. "Suck my dick." I took him into my mouth all at once, sucking hungrily, drooling as I worked to get as much dick into my mouth as I c

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    "Stacy, that's so good baby," he said with a moan, his hand traveling down to his dick. I felt so naughty watching him as he started jacking himself off. It just wasn't within my power to stop looking once he started though. Watching his dick be stroked was a major turn on for me. "Still asleep baby?" I whispered, spotting a second envelope on the bed. I picked it up quietly, along with the few photos scattered about the bed. "I'm such a slut," I said with a gasp, blushing deeper with every photo I picked up. The images got progressively dirtier. I was buck naked in them all. In one, I was on my knees with my mouth wide open, filled with come. In another, I was on my back and had his come sprayed all over my breasts and belly. In the third one I picked up, I was on all fours and I had come dripping down my asscheeks and lower back. Finally there were the last two. These were close up images of my pussy and ass. In the first, come was

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    Being a savant tortured me in therapy. The memories were so vivid, it was like it happened yesterday when I recanted it. Only it was worse for me than ordinary people. Most people's brains blocked traumatic shit out the moment it happened. Not mine though. I remembered fucking everything. The smell of gun powder and blood in the air. The sight of grown men drowning before my eyes. The unmistakable sound of death when a bullet left the chamber. The bloodlust I developed as a child despite my resistance. I didn't want to go around killing people, but I wouldn't hesitate if I needed to. Another constant reminder of Don Angelo. Then there was the power I felt as Don Angelo's daughter and heir. After therapy came the sickening feeling that that was ever me. The remorse and guilt. The shame, the anger at being forced and manipulated into that life. It was a small mercy that I didn't have to dance around anything, as the therapist was recommended by Luca. Who knew he wa

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    "Fuck it, I'm getting my dick wet in her pussy tonight," I said, standing in front of the cottage she had chosen for tonight. I checked the text again. There was no time allotment. She must have forgotten. It didn't matter though. I was already hard at the idea of spending every second she could give me balls deep in her pussy. Wanting her to come to me despite the key she gave me, I rang the doorbell, waiting impatiently for her to answer. The moment she opened the door, I cupped her neck and backed her into the house, seizing control of her mouth with mine. "It's my turn to want something. Give me pussy, baby," I said, backing her up against the wall, sloppy urgent kisses going down her neck and collarbone. I had been fucking her in a bed for weeks, despite time constraints. Tonight, I didn't have the patience to make it there. "Is everything okay?" she asked me, already breathless as she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.

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