Se connecterI did my research before going. His wife, Zara Shawn, the chief founder of the company. I’d watched a podcast where she spilled everything: her husband—yeah, I forgot to mention his name is Dewis Knox—was literally her high school janitor. She was in a position where she needed a man by her side to get some contracts to partner with bigger agencies, and they just happened to meet coincidentally, so when they crossed paths she straight-up asked him to marry her. Supposed to be a contract thing only, but she caught feelings along the way. I muttered all this with a slow, smug smirk, rocking back on the couch. “So what does that tell you?” I raised one brow, grin widening. “She’s basically the head of everything he owns. She owns his life, his career, every damn thing. The nicest thing she could do is divorce his ass and leave him with nothing. And trust me, there are way worse things she could do to him.” I tapped my temple. “I bet bro wouldn’t want that. So he’s gonna act right.” I
The second I stepped into Becky’s apartment—our apartment, really, though I never contributed to the rent—I dropped my bag and collapsed dramatically into the velvet couch.“Tell me, how did the screening go?” Becky demanded before I’d even kicked off one shoe. She was already holding out a glass of red wine, her fingers tight around the stem.I exhaled through my teeth, long and shaky. “It was good, I guess… but a whole lot.”She narrowed her eyes, lips pursed. “Uh-uh. That’s not the kind of answer I need to that question, sweetheart.” She sank down beside me, tucking one leg under herself, and started twisting a brunette curl around her finger the way she always did when she was bracing for bad news. “ I want DETAILS.” she added, voice low.I groaned, took the glass, and swallowed a mouthful that burned all the way down. “The CEO’s husband did the interview. Mrs. Zara Shawn wasn’t there. Just him.” I stared at the dark liquid swirling in the glass. “Okayyy…” Becky chirped, scootin
I flipped the sign to “closed”and locked the bakery door, my shaved pussy already clenching with raw horniness as I strode to the back. Toria was already bent over the cold steel table, her apron hiked up high, her shorts tangled around her ankles, her hairy pussy—wet. “Fuck the croissants, fuck me first,” she growled, spreading her puffy, pierced pussy lips wide with two fingers, the ring exposing the pink, dripping wetness inside. I snatched the vibrating strap-on from the drawer, buckled it tight around my hips, the thick silicone cock buzzing hard and insistent against my own throbbing clit. “Bend lower, you filthy bitch,” She dropped to her elbows immediately, her round ass arching up high, begging for it. I grabbed the milk carton and poured it straight over her crack in a cold, white river running down her slit, soaking her hairy folds and making her shiver as she moaned low. “Shit, Nina, lick it off me now.” I knelt behind her, pressing my tongue flat and wide, lapping
“Have we made any sales today?” I asked Toria—my best friend and cousin—who was staring blankly at the display case, lost in her thoughts. I tapped her shoulder firmly. “Toria! You need to stay focused, mama. We’ll lose customers, and it’d be a loss to us—the pastries would obviously get spoiled. No one’s going to buy spoiled things, duh. Get your ass up.” “So easy for you to say,” she muttered, crossing her arms tightly over her chest, her eyes narrowing. “ I’ve lost three fucking relationships in the space of seven months, and you expect me to stay focused in this damn bakery? Bro, I was the one feeding us while I was in a relationship. So why don’t you do the selling, Nina? I’ve done my part. I can’t keep working myself over twenty bucks every day.” “Oh, really? That’s how it is now, bitch?” I scoffed, my hands balling into fists at my sides as I leaned forward. “No, no, this must be a damn fucking joke. Did you just have the audacity to say ‘you fed us’? Bro, you’re such an ungr
The director stepped up, unzipping his pants and pulling out his thick cock, already rock-hard. “Move over, Norman. Let me taste this whore’s juice.” He dropped to his knees, shoving Norman’s hand away and burying his face between my thighs. His tongue flicked my clit fast, then plunged inside me, eating me out like he was starving. I moaned loud, grabbing his hair. “Oh fuck, yes, tongue-fuck my sloppy cunt, you nasty bastard!” My slick poured down his chin as he slurped my swollen lips, ramming three thick fingers deep, twisting and stretching my tight hole. My thighs quivered; I was right on the edge. Norman stroked his cock, watching us. “She’s gonna squirt, man. Look at her twitch.” He pinched my nipples hard, making me cry out. The director hummed against my clit. His palm rubbed my swollen nub hard and fast while three fingers pounded my soaked pussy, knuckles slapping in and out. My walls throbbed tight around him. “Cum on my face, bitch—drench me,” he growled. I broke. M
“No one to bail your ass out? Huh. Then fuck me… so you can be free.”“Cut, cut, cut,” the director said. “You need to stay more focused. You’re stroking your cock too early,” he added.“Well, I’m Tilda Falls. It’s Halloween, and we’re shooting a cosplay porn show. You must be wondering, is she a pornstar? Yes, definitely. I am. Popularly known on Pornhub. I’d be playing the role of a cop—the sexy cop, most definitely—and here, Norman is the criminal, wearing the prisoner fit.”“1, 2, 3, shoot,” the director called.“Hey yo, it’s visiting day. Got anyone to call, to come visit?” I asked, peeping through the prison door.He exhaled. “No, I don’t have a family. My mom’s dead. My father is currently in a coma. I’m the only child. My girlfriend broke up with me,” Norman said, his voice low.“Oh, that’s sad. The weather is a bit cold. Want something to warm you up?” I said, biting my lower lips. “Today is a special day, you know. All the officers are unavailable. I’m left here… just becaus







