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“You would love to hear what I just found out, boss,“ Rizzo said and came to sit on the chair beside Angelo. Again I had to mask my grieving face for when I was alone and tried to focus on what Rizzo found out. “I have good news and bad news. Which do I begin with?“ Rizzo asked me and I was beginning to grow impatient. “Ugh! Just go straight to the point Riz,“ I snapped at him and he immediately stood up from the chair he was sitting with a serious face as he brought his laptop to me with Angelo following suit wanting to see what it was that Riz found. “First off, the good news is that we have found the leader of the gang that hijacked our shipment. They call themselves the Red Wolves. they

He fucked my ass slow and deep that first time, eventually filling it with so much cum it leaked out for hours afterward. But it wasn’t just filth. Between the rough fucking, small moments of tenderness started appearing. He’d pull me into his lap after he’d used me, stroking my hair and kissing my forehead while I trembled in his arms. He told me bits about his life, how he’d grown up rough, how this resort job was his escape. I told him about my fears of not being good enough for college, about feeling invisible before him. The addiction grew stronger every single day.

In my mind, I'd fantasize about some lecherous man charging at me, shoving me to the ground, and roughly forcing my legs apart. Then came the weekend. My roommates invited me to a bar. I'd heard there were plenty of good-looking guys there. It was like waving a red flag at my hungry inner demon. Soon we arrived at the bar. A few drinks went down smoothly. And I couldn't resist the urge to expose myself again, right there in the crowd. That craving was more addictive than poison. It felt like ants crawling under my skin. I couldn't sit still. But my roommates were right next to me. There was no way I could do that kind of thing in front of them.

I whimpered, but my voice cracked and my pussy clenched hard around nothing. The pressure was too much, my juices had completely soaked my shorts and his boxers. Every grind made obscene wet sounds and my clit throbbed so bad I could barely think. I kept kissing him back, biting his lip, sucking on his tongue, all while hating how much I needed this. Kai kept taunting me between rough kisses. “That’s it. Keep fighting it. Keep telling me how much you hate me while your cunt tries to suck my cock through our clothes. You’re addicted already and we’ve only just started.”

I did some blow before leaving the hotel room, taking the rest of it home with me. That was how my addiction started, I couldn’t find him no matter where I looked and I couldn’t think straight because I have so many things on my head, I ended up drowning myself in drugs. He was right you know, these drugs help me forget my problems and it takes the pain away. I’ve never shared my pathetic story with anyone after that, not even Bethany.

Jeffrey Sullivan was a crack dealer who was also a screwed-up addict. The guy was pretty much still gorked when Will shared with him his own kind of addiction. He thought Will was referring to the kind of drugs he had allowed to slowly ruin his relationship with his family and his life. Even when Will was leisurely pulling out his teeth, he still couldn’t figure out that Will’s addiction was way different than his.

I wanted to shove my cock into something, someone—a woman. “And why do you need them?” He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. I wasn’t an addict, at least that was what I convinced myself for the past six years I did drugs. I was sent to rehab after nearly dying from an overdose, and that was how I found the new hobby—women.

It was too much and it needed a release. I shook my head and backed away. I grabbed the back of my head trying to close that door in my head but I couldn't... One door closed, another got opened and everything rushed in, every voice, every image, every fucked up memory I tried to hard to suppress..They all surfaced and the only thing I saw behind my closed eyelids was the blood, dripping slowly from my hand. It was a disease. An addiction. It was my own fucked up drug. It was like cancer that ate and fed. The only difference is that this doesn't have a cure. Since childhood, this was my only way to get rid of the pain. Toxic and unhealthy, I know. But it's the only way.

have such access, that was done by someone we trusted, for sure! Mommy was busy on her exploits with her lovers lately. Maybe he was entrusting others too much to check the operations in our other factories so something like this happened. We should figure this out immediately. I saw the news on the internet and all that, Mommy was supposed to be in charge of that drug den. I even read something that maybe I was part of it, too! So is there also a guard here to watch if I run away? I scratched my forehead and just had a headache reading the articles. If I hadn’t just received a series of texts and calls I wouldn’t have stopped.

Sherlin tried to go near him but his squatting didn't help if she will try she will fall directly on top of him and that's the last thing they want in that mental condition. " handle? What can I handle? I couldn't handle my wife, I'll handle myself? What a joke!" suddenly chuckles echoed in the whole area, it was quiet, too quiet. It looked as if he was high on something. Well, he was high on pain Pain is a kind-of drug too, a drug people run away from, all their lives they want to avoid this drug but we never accept that we have become addicted to this drug. Whenever hope flickers, this addiction comes and ruins and it ruined him.