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SLUT FOR REVENGE 3

작가: Siemuri Daniella

최신 업데이트: 2025-06-06 16:19:40

She didn’t move right away. Just held me there, fingers pressing lightly through the thin fabric of my panties, claiming, teasing.

Her kiss deepened. Her tongue was slow and patient, coaxing me open. I whimpered, my hips shifting without thinking. Her lips curved against mine. She knew what she was doing. She knew I was already soaking through.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?” she murmured, her breath hot against my lips.

I shook my head, shame prickling my chest. “Not with a woman.”

She smiled like I’d just said her favorite thing. “Good.”

Her fingers hooked the waistband of the shorts and panties and dragged them down in one smooth motion. I shivered as the air hit me.

“You’re so wet,” she said softly, spreading my legs with a gentle nudge of her knee. “And all because of me.”

I could barely breathe as she trailed kisses down my neck, slow, hot, and unhurried. Her mouth moved lower and lower. I couldn’t believe I settled for her pathetic brother when I could have ha

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The library was silent but I wasn’t alone. I couldn’t see him and yet I felt him. His breath didn’t stir the air but it stirred something inside me. My thighs clenched without permission and my pulse slowed to a low dangerous thrum. “I’m not even touching you,” he said, though I hadn’t spoken. “And yet…” And yet I was already wet and aching and trembling. “Hoc vis, nonne?” he asked again and this time it wasn’t a question. He asked me if I wanted this. I hated how my hips tilted forward in response and how my body betrayed me before my mind could resist. He hadn’t touched me even once but every cell in my body felt him. Like his voice curled down my spine and slid between my legs. My nipples peaked. My breath caught. My thighs shivered open just enough for him to see me glistening. “You don’t need fingers,” he murmured and I felt the words stroke across my inner thigh. “You don’t need cock. You just need to listen.” “No,” I whispered but it came out broken and weak.
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My pulse stopped. “Damien?” “Yeah?” he asked as he pulled back. My body trembled in frustration. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. He looked surprised for a moment but lowered his head and kissed me on my pussy. A gasp escaped my lips. It was just wor…. “Mhmm,” I moaned as his tongue moved over my lips. He licked me again and again until I spread my legs wider. Another gasp slipped from my mouth as he tasted me and groaned against my pussy. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” I said, struggling to breathe. His tongue moved over my clit again and I moaned louder. “You were saying?” he asked. I gripped the sheets and lifted my hips. His mouth moved with purpose and every stroke of his tongue pulled another sound from me. I clenched around nothing and arched into him and tried to hold back but I couldn’t. My legs shook as he sucked on my clit and I reached for his hair. He groaned again and the vibration made me cry out. I didn’t recognize my voice. It was need and it was heat and it was ev
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I kicked him out. Well, not actually. I pulled away, and he got the message. Then he invited me to his studio again, of course. I accepted. Only a fool with dreams of becoming a popular artist would turn down an opportunity to be featured in Damien’s work. I got there around noon. The receptionist looked like she had seen a ghost when I walked in. Then a sad expression passed over her face. I nodded at her in greeting as I walked past toward Damien’s studio. I knocked once before going in. “Finally. I’ve been missing your presence,” he said as soon as I stepped inside. I thought the kiss would have made things awkward, but it didn’t. He pulled me into a tight hug. He looked drained, like he hadn’t slept all night. “You good?” I asked. “I wasn’t. But now that you’re here, I’m better,” he said and pressed a kiss to my cheek. There were five empty coffee cups on the table. “You drank all that?” I asked. “Yes. I stayed up all night. Look what I did,” he said, pointing at the new
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The woman from last night stepped in like she owned the place. She didn’t look at Damien. She looked straight at me.I thought she was just a scorned woman looking for Damien’s attention. What if she was his wife? My stomach dropped. It was just art between us but I couldn’t help the sting of guilt.“What the fuck are you doing here?” she asked again, one brow raised, mouth curled with disgust.I blinked, unsure if I was supposed to answer.Damien didn’t flinch. “She’s here because I invited her.”Beverly turned to him, slow and sharp. “Since when do you invite groupies into the studio?”“She’s not a groupie,” he said flatly.Beverly looked at me again, eyes dragging over my body like she was scanning for flaws. Her gaze paused at my face and stayed there a second too long.“You’ve got to be kidding,” she muttered.I didn’t speak. I didn’t need to. I stepped aside and picked up my bag.Damien moved in front of me, blocking her view.“She’s a fellow artist. And my muse.”Beverly let ou
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