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Under everyone's anticipation, I passed a USB to the court clerk, who then played a refined version of the audio file from the miniature body camera for everyone to hear. Jack's face flickered with a barely noticeable panic. The next second, crystal-clear, amplified audio filled the solemn hearing room. First came Dakota's high-pitched, whiny complaints. "This box is huge and hard. It takes up too much space!" The sound of her throwing the medical box off the cliff was quickly followed by her gloating voice. "See? Problem solved… My cosmetics are way more valuable than that stupid box."

Send. Matches came quickly. Most were lame, dick pics right away or boring “hey.” But then Shadow popped up. His profile pic was all shadow and muscle outline, no face either. The message hit my screen almost immediately. Shadow: Damn. Those tits look like they need real hands on them after whatever shit you just left. Rough day? I bit my lip hard, feeling that familiar heat rush down my belly. My free hand slid down and pressed against my shorts right over my clit without thinking. Yeah, something like that.

Gift who has been quiet since decided to spit out venom. Let's talk about gift for a minute. Gift is the brain box of the group. You might easily think she's the calm one but Damn! she's a devil in disguise. Behind her pretty smile, big buttocks and standing breast with her oily skin, Gift happens to be the most cunning one. The girls bring at Jane's restaurant this afternoon was her idea. Tho she didn't tell them why she choosed to come here, she had her plans and kept it to herself. She hated Jane so badly especially when she thought Jane had stolen Sammy from her.

I go straight to the search bar and type: Intense Clitoral Stimulation. Dozens of thumbnails pop up, but one catches my eye. It’s a five-minute clip—a close-up of a woman being absolutely wrecked and undone by a high-intensity wand. That’s exactly what I wanted. I need to see it, and more importantly, I need to hear it. I don't like watching my porns without the audio, because sometimes, all you might need to get relief isn't even the act but the sound.

“Like this, Daddies?” The tips ping in a steady rhythm. I am wet already, slick shining on my inner thighs, the vibrator humming against my clit in delicious torture. I have edged myself twice tonight, chasing the high without tipping over. The longer I stay desperate, the more they pay. Then the big notification flashes across the screen in bold gold. BigDaddyV has tipped $5,000. The chat freezes for half a second before it explodes. HOLY FUCK MARRY HIM QUEEN SHIT

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At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

It's engraved in his skin like a brand seared into flesh. I gulp dryly and resume drawing. Down to his hip, I start tracing the outline of his shorts. The discarded one. Yes! The same one I stole and I fucked myself with, every damn year. It's not the usual neat and sweet-smelling boxers his fans are used to, this one is dirty, filthy… nasty. A perfect combo of what a girl needs to ride her pussy on and happily drip on daddy. So I give them that pleasure. I sketch out damp areas that signify a dose of his spunk, and thin slimy areas that lead to big darker areas, these one signify a lady’s wetness drooling all over.

“You decided a white wolf with no rank should attend to council members. You should know it will be the talk of the pack for as long as it will take them to find something more interesting to talk about.” He hissed “I don't care about what they say.” He didn't know why this was embarrassing but he always felt peaceful speaking with Nate. They had known each other for twenty years and had been friends for eleven and so Nate was always considered a safe space. “I feel connected to her.” Nate felt a knot in his chest and he tucked his hands into the pocket of his trousers to hide his fisting. “You feel a connection with a white wolf?” Avan ran his hand through his hair “I know what it sounds li