Todos os capítulos de A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

KALMIA’S POV The face of Jemima lit up as if carrying all the lights from heaven, her eyes sparkling as diamonds beneath the sun, showing what looked like the brightest love towards Dawn-an undiluted, pure love, strong and unwavering. All her being radiated warm happiness as if that even the presence of Dawn had ignited that kind of burning fire inside her being. She hastened to open her arms and attempted to wrap them around Dawn in that warm, close embrace, as if the girl would not let her ever go anymore. A sweet sound escaped as her lips brushed against Dawn's face and followed it with soft kisses before whispering sweet nothings in her ear. The very voice was so soothing like music with a sweet gentle melody that seemed to got into Dawn's soul. Jemima's hands stroked Dawn's face, tracing the beautiful contour lines of her cheeks, her nose, and finally her lips, as though memorizing every detail and feature of the expression. "My darling, how are you doing?" asked Jemima, her v

ARROW’S POV It was magnificent sunshine, and in the entirety of the scene, Dawn and I walked to the car slowly, the gentle sounds of gravel crunching underfoot promising to soothe. The tune that lay softly in the background seemed so in time with the rhythm of our feet; Dawn's humming formed a most harmonious accompaniment to the music, indicating yet again serenity wrapped around us both. That was what the outside world became as we drove away from there: dramatic scenes with rolling landscapes, thick woods, and bright flowers leaping up and down like nature's ballet still throwing about colors in the light wind. But then, inside the car, it was just easy, pure with Dawn's buzzing and soft music - creating a soothing theatrical ambiance lulling the whole outside world into a quiet slumber. And there we were finally at the proverbial place, Dawn and me out of that car. We stretch our muscles, reflecting on the sights and sounds of the sit-out. The sun was at its prime, complemented

ARROW’S POV The moment was a blissful cocoon wrapped around me, and suddenly I was disturbed by the sound of knocking on the door. "Who is that?" I asked in a low husky voice as I slowly drew myself from Kalmia’s embrace. The throbbing of my whole desire down there was feeling lost, with her pussy warmth disappearing away. "It's me, Daddy," came the soft voice from outside the door. "May I come in?” Yes, it was Dawn, our daughter, and her child-like voice was like that cold splash of water, effectively breaking whatever was going on between Kalmia and I . Kalmia’s eyes went wide with alarm as she quickly sat up with a face clouded in concern. "We can't have Dawn see this, please," she hissed urgently, as hands were getting busy making signs at me to get dressed. I nodded rapidly in answer, and immediately we both scrambled to get our clothes on, with hands rushing across bodies side to side. Once upon a time, the respectable walls of Kalmia’s and my conscience established mutu

JEMIMA’S POV Somehow, I remember when the first occasion took place for Visha to call me her lesbian slut. In her apartment, the lighting was low, and soft music filled the air. I was nervous as well as excited. I had been curious about women, Visha being the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Coruscating heat played with her long curly hair, full lips, and body that would make any woman dizzy. Sitting on the couch, she looked at me with a kind of hunger I had never seen before. She leaned in to kiss me with soft inviting lips-I responded eagerly as my body went up in flames. . "I'm going to make you scream, little slut." Then she threw me back on the couch, wide-open legs lifted. Her gaze fell on my pussy, which was already slick with anticipation. Down she went, kissing my inner thighs en route to my wetness. I was moaning in tantalizing delight as her teasing tongue gilded ever so slightly across my clit. She began to play with my clit, her fingers sliding in and out

JEMIMA’S POV As I opened the door, the first vision that greeted me was loveliness itself — and my heart did a flip. Kalmia stood before me, clothed in a ravishing red gown that perfectly struck all the right curves. The light played off her white shoes, while her hair fell in a beautiful vibe down to her face. I was itching to cross over then and talk with her, but my head was filled with the words of Visha, chanting for me like a mantra. At once, those venomous, malicious words turned my mood sour and filled me with a nasty, festering hatred for the very woman standing in front of me. I could feel my expression twist into a grimace as I narrowed my glare upon Kalmia in contempt. Well, Mrs. Shawty, who seemingly was oblivious to the unsteadiness now hanging in the air, motioned to the chair beside her that was facing away from me, pausing to say, "Have a seat, please," her voice taking on an almost syrupy warmth and charm. The mixture of surprise and recognition returned to