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"Jules, my tastes changed a long time ago." My smile froze, but I quickly soothed myself. It was fine. I'd lost ten years of memories. In ten years, people's tastes were bound to change. I brushed it off, unwrapped his silverware, and handed it to him. "Even better. I like cilantro and spice. Now we can finally share the same dishes." Instead of taking them, Adrian passed the tableware to the woman who'd been silent until now. "Van. Here." Van.

My mother kept inquiring and convincing me, telling me how perfect this timing was and how lucky I was to get rid of her. But I felt far from satisfied. The thought of Tyla completely erasing her name from my life made no sense to me. I had already endured her, she didn’t have any right to just decide to leave. “Stop it,” I growled, the anger in my voice shocking her. “Matt, darling, your mother is just thinking about our future—” Olivia started, reaching out for my hand. “I said stop!” I snapped, pulling back sharply. I couldn't breathe in this room anymore.

"To ensure satisfaction is both immediate and… perpetual." He took a step closer to their table, his movement fluid, silent. The subtle hum in the air intensified, pressing down on Bima’s senses, his very will. "You’re monetizing our desires," Bima accused, his voice tight. "Turning our cravings into a subscription model." The man’s head cocked. "A more accurate assessment would be: we are providing a consistently pleasurable experience, tailored to individual palates, ensuring loyalty through unparalleled gastronomic delight. Why settle for mere taste when you can have engineered bliss?"

Little did they know, I was the spider in the web, craving every cock that crossed my path—theirs included, but never only theirs. By evening, as I showered off the oil—hot water cascading over my body, soaping my tits till suds dripped from nipples, fingers plunging my cunt again to another quick cum—I plotted. Tomorrow, the teasing escalated. They loved me possessively, I'd love them back—with my body, for now. But Delilah always gets what she wants.

What more can I give? "I don't appreciate the tone, love, beg me, you know how to properly do it," His words are irrefutable, I know. Oh God, he's really gonna make me do it! He's going to withhold the pleasure from me. He's led me to this dark, delicious door of sickeningly sweet cravings, but he is refusing to push me. I have to beg... to plead for him to finish what he started? Otherwise I will be left wanting. I won't... I can't... I must!

Oh great, if you don't like me, find someone else you like. "OK, I'll find a new boyfriend for me from the Shimla trip," Riya teased Harsh. "Don't you dare leave me? You belong to me."While grabbing Riya in his arms, Harsh said this. Riya smiled as she held Harsh in her arms, remarking, "Hmm... possessiveness." "I'm going to miss you a lot, Riya," Harsh said, tightening his grip. Riya whispered, her face hidden in Harsh's chest, "Me too, Harsh."

I swallowed a mouthful of cream, but all I tasted was bitterness. When I finished, I stood and picked up my purse. "Where are you going?" Josh looked up at me. "To get Milo," I said. "But Natalie hasn't left yet," Josh answered. "Then when is she leaving?" I asked. Josh's face darkened as he stared at me without answering. Natalie's eyes became red, but she forced a smile. "Go get him, then. I'll leave soon, anyway. I've already stayed for a week. It's time for me to go home."

Her breath came out as mist, and her eyes were frighteningly bloodshot. "I know you're married, Steven. I don't mind… I don't need to be your wife. I can leave all the shares of Crane Group to you and your children, as long as you let me stay by your side! I can even be their nanny… I can even be your mistress! Just don't drive me away!" That made me laugh. "You disgust me so much, Amanda. There's no room for three people in a relationship. Don't you know that? My wife and I have a wonderful marriage. I don't need you to get in our way."

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