เข้าสู่ระบบTHIRD PERSON POV Michelle sat at the long rehearsal dinner table litters with fancy, expensive candles and meals that were tasteless at best. Everything was going really well for that evening until Carl, Kate's dad opened his big mouth. The broad, handsome ex marine was being the jerky overprotective father. His angry eyes were fixed on Roland, not caring about the distinguished guests on the table. "My daughter deserves better than some slick talking money machine who probably fucks around behind her back."Roland's jaw tightened, picking at the awful dinner between his fork. "Kate's a grown ass woman and can make her own decisions for herself. She doesn't need her daddy to micromanage her life."Kate's cheeks burned red, avoiding the evasive looks of the other guests. "Dad please, not tonight."Carl snorted, twirling his glass of whisky. "I've heard stories about you, Roland. You want to fuck my daughter up like the others."Michelle swallowed painfully. This shit was gonna end u
Third Person Pov Michelle, Los Angeles renowned celebrity wedding planner, leaned back against the soft cushions in the balcony of Mr Roland's breathtaking mansion. Kate, the soon to be bride of Mr Roland laid beside her, her knees drawn to her chest, worrying her lip. Fingers digging into her plan leaving deep marks. "I just don't know if I should do this, Michelle." Kate whispered in a cracked voice. "What if Roland doesn't love me? What if I'm making the biggest mistake of my entire life?"Michelle fought hard not to roll her eyes. One reason being she didn't want to ruin her expensive hybrid lashes, and on one hand she didn't want to lose a well paying client. She could just imagine the headlines "Celebrity Wedding Planner, Michelle Dune, loses a high profile client. " Not on her watch. All because a rich girl couldn't make up her fucking mind. Looking into Kate's eyes trying to be as sincere as possible, she cajoled her. "Oh honey. I truly understand." All the while shifting
THIRD PERSON POV The masked intruders didn't give a bloody damn that Callum's skull might be injured from the loud thud they heard. All they cared about was to fuck, concussion be damned. They hauled the couple- Mira and Callum across the wooden floor like cheap livestock. Pushing them tighter in the middle of the room, they forced the both of them on all fours. Without wasting more time, Callum had his pyjama bottoms yanked off to his thighs. His bouncy cheeks kissed the cool air, asshole twitching helplessly waiting for what would come next. The other masked guy with Mira did the same to her. He pulled her flimsy string thong down her fleshy thighs, where they hanged in ruins. The men dropped behind them, hands on their hips, fingers digging into their supple asses. Callum had the guy behind him bury his face into his fat cheeks. A fat, rough tongue dragged slowly from his tight nutsack, up to Callum's tight asshole. Gerald who was pretending, speared his tongue inside his b
Mira's Pov My heart slammed against my ribs at the sound of heavy footsteps. I had strangers in my house. Bolting up from the bed, my eyes scanned our bedroom, looking up the ceiling like it had the answers to why there were people in my fucking house. Straining my ears again to catch any sound, I heard muffled voices before it went quiet. Callum lay beside me, stiff as a board. Looking at him I could tell he wasn't asleep because he looked too performative laying there. I swallowed hard, listening for any sounds but I didn't hear anything again. Maybe it's just my overactive imagination? Maybe I should just stop watching an unhealthy amount of porn invasion? Yeah right. Taking in a shaky breath, I slid off the bed. My sheer white nighties rode up my hips the moment my small feet hit the floor. The hem barely covered half of my ass, since I'd put on a bit of weight from the time I bought it. My tits jiggled restlessly with every deep fearful breath I took. The matching white
Mira's Pov It's been a month since that dinner night that Callum ripped off my soaked panties and fingered fucked my greedy cunt senseless, whispering about masked men double teaming the both of us like cheap whores. I thought that was a breaking point in our stunted marriage, but I was dead ass wrong. Every morning I'd wake up with a wet throbbing pussy- lips swollen, clit pulsing, slick dripping between my thighs eager for a hard cock but none came so I go back to sleep back at night unsatisfied. Also, I was always eager when Callum left home for work. I'd quickly lock myself in our bedroom, panties on my ankles before his car even left the driveway. Spreading my legs like a cheap whore, panties restricting it, I attacked my swollen clit while my secret stash of porn collection plays on a loop. Since Callum is so fond of borrowing my laptop for work instead of just buying a new gadget, I have a whole folder labelled "food recipes."One I hope his curiosity would not lead him t
CALLUM'S POV Don was really going hard at my wife's mouth, tongue fucking her throat. Her heavy tits bounced out of control in her dress, every time he shoved his tongue harder. With the way he kissed, I bet he fucked hard. He would leave her pussy aching for weeks. Mira made greedy little sounds. It was as if she was in another timeline, forgetting that this was her matrimonial home and not some cheap brothel. Gerald whisper screamed. "Holy shit....."I turned around, and slapped my hand over his mouth before they noticed and shoved him back into the kitchen. "Sshhhhhh!! Not a fucking sound." I hissed. Back in the kitchen, my heart was hammering in my chest. I started crashing dry plates, turning on the kitchen sink on full blast to create noise. I wanted them to rip their mouths away from each other before going in there, so they wouldn't know we caught them. Gerald could tell his cousin we saw, but I wanted Mira to be in the dark. After a bit of the faux performance. I nodd
Anna's POV I couldn't stop. I didn't even want to. After that day on Dr Hale's desk, it was like a slutty switch was switched inside me. My body craved his cock constantly. Every day I found one stupid excuse or the other to go to the hospital. “It's a follow-up checkup,” I told the re
JESS'S POVMy voice was so sore. Mom followed me around asking if I had COVID, worried I would infect the house. If only she knew it was Blane's cock that hammered my voice into nonexistence.My titties also had faint mark lines from when he roughly squeezed and played with them. I swallowed sali
JESS'S POV It's been two days, and I still can't sit properly without wincing at the burn. My pussy was still tender and puffy, my body buzzing anytime I rubbed my thighs together.Every step I took reminded me of how he humiliated me on the dining table, slapping my pussy raw.Blane acted like n
CHAPTER ONE: THE HATED BONDJESS'S POVI swear I hate him. Every single inch of his stupid, smug, handsome face. Blane walks around the house like he owns it, his black tall ass taking up all the room.Blane is six feet tall of pure arrogance, so disrespectful and evil. Today was like every other







