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LOCATION: PARIS The four corners of the exclusive suite was filled to dirty sounds. Moans and wet slaps of flesh filled the air as naked bodies writhed in every corner: couples, threesomes, and more tangled together in a haze of sweat and pleasure. The floor covered with scattered used and unused condoms, sex toys—vibrators humming on low, dildos slick with lube, ropes and paddles discarded. In the center of it all, Tarzan gripped the chubby blindfolded woman hard. Her thick, soft body jiggled and bounced with every powerful thrust. Her full ass cheeks rippled heavily as he drove his massive cock deep into her tight anal hole, her wrists twisted behind her back in one of his iron hands. Each slam made her heavy breasts swing and slap against her torso, her plump thighs quivering, those rolls of soft flesh shaking from the force. She cried out with every thrust, saliva dripping uncontrollably from her open mouth onto the floor, tears soaking the blindfold as her body shook fro

Lena’s heart hammered against her ribs as the security guard led her through the private elevator. At first, a rush of nervous excitement had coursed through her when she was told he had requested her presence. *He wants to see me!* But that thrill quickly curdled into anxious dread. I didn't expect it to happen so easily... what should I say first? She mentally scrambled, her thoughts tangling into knots. The entire ride up, she muttered fragments of speeches and apologies under her breath—rehearsing how she might explain sneaking in like some obsessed fan, how she could clarify that she hadn't meant what she’d said a year ago about his late parents. “Here. The door at the extreme end,” the security guard said, stopping short and gesturing down the corridor. Lena thanked him with a shaky nod and approached on trembling legs. Muffled sounds bled through the door—moans, wet slaps, laughter—and her stomach clenched into a tight, cold knot. Still, she raised her hand and kn

She had prepared an entire speech all night—everything she wanted to say to him. But the moment she saw him like that, every word had died in her throat. She covered her mouth, trying to muffle the sobs, but they still escaped. The driver kept glancing at her in the rearview mirror, concern and discomfort etched on his face. She didn’t care. When she finally reached home, she paid him with trembling fingers and stumbled into her apartment. The second her bedroom door closed, she collapsed onto the bed, burying her face in the pillow. But sleep wouldn’t come. The images kept haunting her—vivid, relentless, like a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. She couldn’t keep this trapped inside her chest anymore. *I have to go back and try again. I have to tell him everything I wanted to say.* That would be the end of it. She wasn’t expecting them to get back together anyway. Lena tried to push herself up, but her body refused to obey. Every limb felt heavy, drained, as if the em

I made my voice as low as possible. "First, I want to say I’m sorry for stalking you yesterday. I know it was wrong, but I need to get this off my chest. The last time we were together… I said a lot of things to you— " “You said a lot of things to Tarzan,” he cut me off. “Not me.” I looked up at him, confused. “But you are—” I stopped mid-sentence, the meaning of his words sinking in. *Same thing his manager said. He is the Tarzan that I fell in love with anymore* He kept staring at me, his gaze so intense it felt like nothing else existed in the room. He didn’t look away once. I dropped my eyes to the table, unable to hold his stare any longer. “I really wish you could hear me out,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I know you’re hurting, and it hasn’t been easy on my side either. After what happened yesterday, I kept having nightmares… I cried myself to sleep. My heart’s been so heavy because there are so many things I need to say, but I don’t even know where

AUTHOR'S POV Tarzan lounged alone on the wide leather couch, a thick Cuban cigar clamped between his teeth. The rich, earthy smoke curled lazily around him as he watched the debauched scene unfolding in front of him. The usual Orgy routine.Moans and the rhythmic slap of flesh filled the air. Three of his colleagues were lost in raw, animalistic pleasure—each man driving hard into a different woman, their bodies glistening with sweat under the dim, golden lighting. "Dude, are you just gonna sit there nursing booze and that cigar?" Kirk grunted between thrusts, his voice strained with exertion. "Why the hell aren’t you fucking any of the bitches I pulled for you?"The three chubby ladies that he referred too sat there,still in their dresses looking out of place. Tarzan didn’t respond. He simply took another slow drag, the ember glowing bright red, his dark eyes half-lidded and unreadable.The chaos around him might as well have been happening on a distant screen. "I don’t know