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The ballroom throbbed with Christmas music, flashing lights, and the wild energy of an office party that had completely lost its filter. Lawyers and staff drank heavily, danced dirty, and cheered every time someone got bold under the mistletoe. Susan stood at the crowded bar in her tiny red dress, the hem barely covering the bottom of her ass and her tits nearly spilling out of the low neckline. She had come here tonight to be a slut, and she was already living it.Mark from corporate pressed up behind her at the bar, his hard cock grinding against her ass through his pants. "Look at you, Susan. Dressing like the firm’s personal cumdump for Christmas. No panties again?" His hand slid straight under her dress and cupped her bare, already wet pussy. "Fuck, you’re soaked. Been thinking about getting passed around all night, haven’t you?"Susan pushed back against his fingers and moaned softly. "Maybe I have. Finger my slutty pussy right here, Mark. Let everyone see what a whore I am tonig

The taxi wheels ground over the gravel driveway, flinging tiny stones against the undercarriage as the villa came into view. I stepped out, the humid evening air wrapping around my bare legs like a slow caress. Three years of stolen glances and bitten-back thoughts rushed through me the moment the front door opened.Inside, marble cooled my sandals. Floor-to-ceiling glass framed the darkening ocean, waves rolling in with a low, rhythmic hush. The housekeeper murmured a welcome, but my attention had already drifted toward the wide living room.Lola huddled on the sectional, knees drawn up, a thin blanket twisted around her shoulders. Her eyes were rimmed red, cheeks shiny with tear tracks. She looked up as I crossed the room and folded her into my arms. Her shoulders shook against me while she whispered the story—her mother’s affair, the slammed doors, the suitcase wheels rolling across the foyer this morning. Divorce.I rubbed slow circles on her back, murmuring soft sounds of comfort