LOGINThe first thrust made Ryat's head spin. Tiffany's pussy clenched around him. She spasmed."Mr. Briggs..." She moaned, starting the ride to ecstasy while holding tight to his sweaty shoulders.One wild thrust after another. One crazy slide after another.Her pussy ate his dîck for dinner everytime. He couldn't even make a sound on the floor.His mouth stayed open, but nothing came out.He just stayed there, letting her pleasure him.Her ride turned ferocious, her curly hair tangled on her head, spreading to her face.He's not seeing her breàsts bounce, and that's dissatisfying, so his hands reached for her blouse.He didn't have to do too much. One, two pull, he tore it away. She's braless, so it was cake.She twerked on his cock, then began rolling, riding him deep. Deeper.He thrusted up to her too, each thrust making her moan, each thrust making her cry, each thrust making her breàsts bounce.He made a beautiful mess on him when her warm juices wet his cock, but she didn't stop.In
Ryat looped his belt around her neck, using it like a collar to drag her up from the chair.Like his whore, she followed. She took the slow deliberate steps with him, their eyes locked, and his cock bouncing till they crossed over the mess of juice on the floor.He used the belt leash, pulling her to the ground with it.Her knees crashed with need, and her juices crawled down her thighs. Down in front of him like this, she was helpless.... shameless.But she likes it... strangely.She fuckin likes this.Her mouth opened even before he asked, and Ryat yanked her forward with the belt, the cock nearly slapping her lips, but he stopped the pull before it could.Her throat bobbed, hungrily.The air conditioners felt not enough, cos she's sweating on the brows. Her palms are sweaty too. Even the foot inside her flops.The cock mightn't have touched her lips, but the precum shook off to her chin, and as it crawled down, the sensations drove her crazy.She felt it everywhere. It was enough
[Minutes Later, Inside]Ryat sat in the living room, doing nothing. He's just there, gazing.Sometimes, he touches his phone, fiddles with it for a while then drop it before resuming his space-stare.He's not always like this, but it's different tonight cos Tiffany is currently inside his kitchen, cooking something for him.He insisted on cooking, but she also insisted on doing it to relieve his stress, and she won.She entered and made him promise he wasn't gonna come inside till she was done, but now he can't take it anymore, especially when the aroma of fried onions hit his nose.He stood."You promised no to enter, Mr. Briggs!" She shouted from the kitchen, and he immediately sat back."Are you psychic?" He chuckled."Might be!" She shouted back.He wanted to say something else, but remembering what she just called him made him stop.Mr. Briggs...again.At this point, he'd have to teach her how to call that name properly.A insidious smirk tainted his lips, and her phone buzzed on
Lia was quick to pick up the phone. She turned off the screen and smiled innocently at Mandy."That's my boyfriend. I told you. Saving him as Sugar Daddy was my choice," she said."But the number looked fami—""C'mon let's leave. We can't talk here..." Lia cut Mandy off and pulled her away from the corridor.Tiffany released a breath, forgetting she's standing here with Zach."You ok?" Zach's voice made her turn quickly. She frowned."Why did you...ask Prof Larsen for help on my behalf?""Cos... you're a friend?" Zach replied casually."Friend?" Tiffany raised her brows."Yeah... kinda. I know what Justin is capable of, so I wouldn't just sit still. Stella is like my family too." He explained, tugging at the messenger bag on his shoulder."First, you saved my mum from Justin, and I'm grateful for that, trust me. Now you're sourcing for help on my behalf? If you're harbouring any funny thought, abort it now, Zach. Have a nice day." She shook her head and walked off, leaving him there.
[Stanford University, 12am]The students moot court has only the eligible students inside it for the mock trial session, and as usual, the three friends got important roles.They're like the ace of the courtroom today since the top ace—Zach, is absent.Tiffany as the judge, Yvonne as the defendant, and Pascal as the plaintiff's attorney.They had submitted their 100 cases assignment this morning, and each student picked a case to present about. After the presentations, Prof Larsen directed everybody to this courtroom for trial, picking one of Tiffany's case as the trial case.The courtroom is silent now. The two attorneys already presented their points. Now it's verdict time.Even though it's a practical trial, the room felt tensive when Tiffany adjusted her glasses, preparing to pronounce the verdict.Prof Larsen sat on the last bench in the room, watching with the assistant professors around him.He might have a stern look, but there's a little smile on his face as he watched Tiffa
[Landon's Place]Mandy is sitting back on the couch now. The redness of her eyes remained the same like it's not gonna go down today at all.The under-eyes blackness has reduced though cos she's pressing gently with an icepack.Lia stood over her, unable to say anything as she watched her friend. Now that her lie has been revealed, she feels tongue-knotted.Mandy ignored her existence and continued the ice press. Landon came downstairs, obviously in a hurry cos he's already late for work. He's doing his cufflinks without even looking at the girls, and his suit is still inside one arm. He's yet to insert his other arm into it.He went to the dinning table and took a bite from the toasted bread he made before going to bath.He had a generous sip from the tea to wash it down too, then he inserted his second arm into the suit before picking his car keys.He rushed to the door."BB extra!" Mandy stood.Landon stopped, looking back to shoot her a warning glare."I told you not to call me t







