Semua Bab One night stand with my mom husband : Bab 1 - Bab 6

Charlotte “Apply your body oil all over your skin. Don’t leave any parts dry. We are staying outside all day. And don’t forget to spray nice perfume to attract rich men also.” I rolled my eyes and sighed. My hands were already massaging my body while I tried to listen to my sister’s order. Finally, we arrived in London, ready to enjoy ourselves. With Angel’s support, I was able to summon Courage to go pick up my belongings from Sean’s apartment. He wasn’t around, thankfully, when I stopped by. I picked up my stuff and took the $3,000 he’d taken from me months ago in his drawer. I had decided to turn a new leaf and I was determined to see it work. I had cut all ties with him, erased every information about him, and blocked him on all socials. I had to move on as I embraced this new phase. I and Angel are single now, and we both have decided to enjoy our life to the fullest. The moment we got to London for this vacation, we forgot all our worries and focused solely on ourselves,

CLINT“Slowly, slowly,” I whispered, holding Sophie’s hand tightly as I gently brushed her skin.As we walked to my apartment suite, it felt surreal. The same lady I had fantasized about all afternoon was now in my arms. Now and then, I stare at her. I was almost scared she was not real.I first saw her at the dance parade the night before while I was having a business meeting with a colleague. The second my eyes caught her, something shifted inside me. The wheels in my head started turning; I felt an overpowering urge to finally dominate a woman.Not just any woman—a young lady.I told myself I had to have her before this damn festival ended. No matter where I had to go or what I had to do, it didn’t matter. As long as I could get that ginger-curled beauty under me.She always wore a mesh top and a tiny denim skirt that barely covered her. Every curve of her body teased me. She was so Seductive and Impossible to ignore.And now… She is finally in my armsWith that golden dark skin a

The cabin door sealed behind us with a low hiss, and the hum of luxury filled the atmosphere. Ivory leather seats, warm amber lighting, and gleaming wood accents surrounded me, all humming with quiet wealth and indulgence. The jet smelled like understated luxury—clean cologne and a hint of something expensive, like the inside of a designer store. You don’t rush to leave. I had never been on a private jet before, but here I was: barefoot, slightly sticky, with Clint’s cum on my lips, and wearing a skimpy, tiny silk dress without panties. Clint leaned into the pilot’s cabin and said something to Isaac in Spanish. I couldn’t make out what he said. Then Clint turned to me with that cocky grin—the one that belonged to a man who always got what he wanted, especially when his fantasies were being fulfilled. “How did you come up with this in less than an hour?” I asked. “I guess Mr. Isaac booked this for you.” “Gosh, an ultra-long-range jet? How possibly did you book this?” I aske