FAZER LOGINROSE The phone rang four times before Princess picked up, and in those four rings, I rearranged my face. I always do that. A mother's voice carries her expression across an ocean, and I will not have my daughter hearing a woman who is squatting in a motel. "Mom?" Princess called. "There she is." I let warmth bleed into my voice and stretched out on the bed. "How are you, my darling? Have you eaten?" "I had something earlier," she responded. I shook my head. "Something is not food, Princess. And your medication? Don't lie to me." She chuckled softly. "Yes, Mom, I took it." "Good girl. Is it cold there? You always get so cold. Wear the cashmere I packed. Not the thin one. I don't want you looking pale and sick." There was a pause on her end. "I'm lonely, Mom. This place is so different. Everyone here already has their groups. It's like I'm a nobody." "Give it time. You're charming. People collect you the way they collect beautiful things," I said, my tone stiff, but I meant i
I kept my face flat not letting my mistake getter worse. "I said you're hot. It's a normal thing. Naturally, a woman standing in front of a man naked is supposed to be hot. I'm not gay, Amy." She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “So all women are hot, you say?” “All naked women,” I added. “Besides, I saw how you were staring at me too, you know,” I countered smoothly, moving closer to her. “I'm hot too, sexy. You know it.” “No, I wasn't looking at you, and no, don't give yourself any hope. Because you're far from hot.” “So what were you looking at?” I pressed. I saw the way her cheeks flushed just for a moment before she said, "Can we stop praising your ego and get into business? The camera is rolling, remember?" I chuckled lightly. "Right," I muttered, my voice dropping an octave. "Business." "So where do we start?" she asked, dropping her arms. I let my gaze roam over her, and something clicked in my head—something perverted and stupid, but the voice in my head d
Damien. "The… the camera isn't rolling," Amy whispered. I froze halfway through reaching for her, my hand hovering near her hip. I let out a low, slow breath that seemed to cool down the heat that had flared through my chest. "Oh… my mistake," I murmured. "I… I thought you already had it set up." With that, I leaned back, giving her the chance to stand up and do what she wanted. Amy stood up from the edge of the bed, smoothing down her shorts, her cheeks still flushed from the stream. She didn't look back at me as she walked toward the cameras in the corner. I didn't want to look, not in that way, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't help but watch the sway of her hips from left to right, the way her hair fell over her bare shoulders, syncing with the movement of her hips. I felt a dangerous pull low in my gut. I knew I had already had a full-blown release less than an hour ago, but now, I felt like I hadn't touched my dick since I was twenty. The truth was, I couldn't help bei
damn... fuvk his voice. so authoritative making me want to do things that I don't want to do. he sounded like he could make anyone do anything he said without him trying. I whimpered around him, nodding as best I could, rubbing myself harder through my shorts. My clit was throbbing, desperate.Minutes stretched. I lost myself in the rhythm he taught me — slow, deep, wet suction, the weight of his cock on my tongue, the way his thighs tensed every time I swirled my tongue around the head exactly the way he liked. His breathing grew harsher, more ragged. Low, broken groans spilled from his chest.“I’m close,” he warned, voice tight. “Fuck… Amy… if you don’t want me to —”I only sucked harder, taking him as deep as I could manage, humming around his cock the way he had groaned when I did it earlier.My eyes flicked to the chat.So many requests that he should make me swallow like a good daddy slut.“Fill my mouth,” I managed to whisper.That was all it took.Damien’s hips jerked.“Fuc
••Final dare. Take him in your mouth. I want to see him fuck your throat like a slut.••The chat froze for a split second before exploding into absolute chaos.I stared at the pinned message on the screen, my throat going dry.First of all, I know that I said I… I wanted to touch, but then… the whole throat thing?Damien shifted closer on the mattress until his face was inches from mine. The scent of his cedar cologne mixed with the heat of the room."Are you comfortable with this?" he asked in a low, quiet whisper like he genuinely was being concerned. "Have you actually done this before, Amy?"I lifted my chin, forcing a sharp, defensive smirk onto my face to hide the pulse hammering in my neck."I'm not stupid, Damien," I whispered back, my voice laced with false bravado. "I've done this plenty of times. I'm not a kid.""Right," he muttered, nodding, his jaw tightening under the mask.I tucked my legs under me on the mattress and moved to kneel in front of him, my knees sinking int
The ambient ring lights cast a sharp, lavender glow across the bedroom setup. I sat at the edge of the bed with the laptop balanced on a low cushion stand in front of me. Damien sat beside me, like always, on the edge of the mattress. I leaned toward the laptop microphone and cleared my throat. "Hi guys, we're live!" I screamed. "So, did you guys miss us?" I asked them. The chat was saying yes; everybody was saying yes, that they couldn't wait to see us, and that they had been waiting and anticipating for the past four days. "I know, I know," I replied. "I'm so sorry, life has been so hectic. Real life, real struggle, you know," I shrugged. "But today we're going to make it up to y'all, just the way you like it. And this time we didn't come with a script, we didn't come with anything. It's all on you, my family. You are the ones to decide what happens today. You are the ones to decide what we do today," I announced cheerfully. The chat window exploded into a purple and red blur







