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Liora needed air that didn’t taste like sex and passion.

She slipped upstairs, heels clicking softly on the polished hardwood. The second floor was quieter but no less charged. Doors stood ajar, revealing glimpses of tangled bodies and low lamplight. Moans drifted down the hallway like smoke. Her thighs were still sticky from Rowan’s fingers, her body humming with leftover adrenaline and frustration. She wanted to be touched again. She also wanted to think straight for five goddamn minutes.

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    Emma’s lips were trembling as Richard rubbed the fat head of his cock across them. The precum was sticky and salty on her tongue. She’d never been this close to a man’s dick before. It looked too big and heavy, pulsing in his fist right in front of her face. “Open wider, baby,” he said, “Don’t make me wait.” She parted her lips. He pushed in slowly, just the head at first. It stretched her mouth open. Emma made a wet, muffled sound around him, her eyes watering already. “Fuck… that’s it. Look at those innocent eyes while you suck your first real dick.” He held her hair tighter and fed her another inch. Emma gagged softly when it hit the back of her tongue. She tried to pull back but he didn’t let her. “Relax your throat. Breathe through your nose like a good little whore.” She tried. Tears slipped down her cheeks as he started shallow thrusts, fucking her mouth with patience that felt cruel. Every few strokes he went deeper. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the quiet office

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