Lucian's POV “Don, I can’t… please,” Yasmin groaned, as the sounds of pleasure quickly turned into those of pain. Her face turned crimson, and her entire body trembled. I wasn't prepared to release my grip, expressing my frustration as I continued to thrust so deeply into her.A few minutes later, I pulled out and came on her. She cried out, tears flowing down her cheeks, her entire body trembling, even her knuckles turning white from gripping the desk tightly.“Get out!”She dashed out, holding her uniform in her hand. Something feels off, but I can't quite identify what it is. It was late at night, and I couldn't sleep after that moment. My mind was blank. I was at a loss for what to do next, especially after all the bad news I kept hearing and no signs of anything good.All night long, I couldn't sleep; I simply gazed at the city's nightscape. And this time, the night felt shorter. I didn't even feel like touching my food. The image of that lady kept appearing in my thoughts like
I held her hair firmly. I didn't mind if I was tugging at her skull. She flinched, tears rolling down her cheeks. I drew her closer, until everything slipped down her throat as I continued.She choked, her body went rigid. She seemed to turn pale in an instant, yet I didn’t stop. I carried on, sensing the warmth on my body. She gagged, attempting to pull me out of her mouth, but I didn’t allow her that opportunity.Meanwhile, the girl on Zeke stopped and climbed off him. She turned to the other side, her back facing him. She guided him into her, taking charge while he remained still.But I don’t do things like that; I prefer it rough, taking charge without hesitation, and making it clear that I’ve bought the power to do so. “Daddy… please…” the girl begged softly. I quickly released her hair, and she pulled away, coughing harshly. I didn’t stop there; I was eager for more. It wasn't due to any feelings of horniness; I simply wasn't feeling that way. I wanted to capture the thoughts t
I held her hair firmly. I didn't mind if I was tugging at her skull. She flinched, tears rolling down her cheeks. I drew her closer, until everything slipped down her throat as I continued.She choked, her body went rigid. She seemed to turn pale in an instant, yet I didn’t stop. I carried on, sensing the warmth on my body. She gagged, attempting to pull me out of her mouth, but I didn’t allow her that opportunity.Meanwhile, the girl on Zeke stopped and climbed off him. She turned to the other side, her back facing him. She guided him into her, taking charge while he remained still.But I don’t do things like that; I prefer it rough, taking charge without hesitation, and making it clear that I’ve bought the power to do so. “Daddy… please…” the girl begged softly. I quickly released her hair, and she pulled away, coughing harshly. I didn’t stop there; I was eager for more. It wasn't due to any feelings of horniness; I simply wasn't feeling that way. I wanted to capture the thoughts t
The combination of music, sweat, and cigarette smoke made me feel unwell in a certain way. Zeke pulled me in, grinning as if his greatest desire had just been fulfilled. A woman approached us, a smile lighting up her face.“Mr. Moretti, it's a pleasure to have you here…”I rolled my eyes; naturally, they had to do this wherever I went. As soon as we arrived at the reserved spot that Zeke had booked for us, It was the VIP section, and he knew I disliked the crowd; he surely had to know that.I turned to him and asked, “How much did you pay for the reservation, Zeke?”“A hundred thousand,” he replied, clicking his tongue. Then he added, “each.”He was certainly a heavy spender, but I appreciated the effort, even if I didn't say it out loud. Perhaps this could be a helpful way to clear her from my thoughts. We settled into our seats and observed the audience, noticing how they danced and displayed their wealth.To them, it may seem significant, but to me, it felt quite minor. A man in a
The combination of music, sweat, and cigarette smoke made me feel unwell in a certain way. Zeke pulled me in, grinning as if his greatest desire had just been fulfilled. A woman approached us, a smile lighting up her face.“Mr. Moretti, it's a pleasure to have you here…”I rolled my eyes; naturally, they had to do this wherever I went. As soon as we arrived at the reserved spot that Zeke had booked for us, It was the VIP section, and he knew I disliked the crowd; he surely had to know that.I turned to him and asked, “How much did you pay for the reservation, Zeke?”“A hundred thousand,” he replied, clicking his tongue. Then he added, “each.”He was certainly a heavy spender, but I appreciated the effort, even if I didn't say it out loud. Perhaps this could be a helpful way to clear her from my thoughts. We settled into our seats and observed the audience, noticing how they danced and displayed their wealth.To them, it may seem significant, but to me, it felt quite minor. A man in a
It felt as if my body was moving on its own; I danced with such intensity that my breath became tight. They kept throwing their money at me. One even went so far as to slap my butt. My eyes watered, but my hair concealed my face, preventing them from seeing me, along with the mask that covered my upper face. I tightened my grip around the pole and shot a glare at Yvonne, who stood near Godfather, a smirk on his face.Once again, they failed to keep their promise to me. They simply smirked, as if it wasn’t their concern.“Wow, baby… you look amazing.” they exclaimed, gathering around me. My body tightened, and the other strippers glared at me. They had a small audience, and I had drawn attention away from them, affecting their night’s earnings.Honestly, I didn’t care about their money. It didn’t matter to me, even if it cost a million dollars. What I truly wanted was for the godfather to be happy. I felt a smirk inside me, but my whole body turned cold, and all my joints started to ac