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Third Person POV ‎She wondered how long she could carry on. "Yes, he's actually into a lot of them, but his favorites are dildos and vibrators." She responded, her eyes closed, wincing. ‎"Oohh, he sure is adventurous," one bridesmaid said. The group cheered and took more shots. She excused myself from the room; She needed some air. ‎Lila looked on, thinking, "Clara wasn't one to talk about her sexual experiences in public."

The tie clip inside was still delicate, and the card read: Safety, health, and mutual trust are the best marriage. After reading it, Shen Zeyan gently hugged me. Instead of an expensive gift, he took out a family agreement we wrote together: Communicate frankly immediately when encountering any problem, without hiding or bearing it alone; Trust each other firmly and not be influenced by external rumors or malicious videos;

Their relationship was no longer a rumor—it was a fact. "What are you waiting for?" Commander Brack barked, his voice like a gunshot. "Get her to the clinic—now!" Teeth clenched, Vince scooped Leila into his arms and ran. Later, we heard the baby hadn't survived. Leila caused an uproar at the clinic. Originally, Vince had been on the verge of disciplinary action for his misconduct. But as it turned out, he and his wife from back home had never officially registered their marriage. Somehow, he slipped through a loophole, and the two of them—he and Leila—became the most mismatched married couple on the island, with the largest age gap.

It was plastered in bold letters across the top of a gossip site. "From Widow to Whore: Vincent's Death and the Seductress Who Took His Fortune and Seduced Her Way Into A Billionaire's Bed" My lungs shrank. Beneath the headline, there was a photo of me looking over my shoulder at Killian at some gala we’d attended, the caption screaming: "She buried her husband...and climbed straight into another king's bed. But was it seduction or strategy?" Below it, comments flooded the page. They were vile and brutal. My fingers trembled around the phone, bile threatening to push its way up my throat.

The following story has themes of BDSM, non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes and a material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Shared punishment with her best friend. The Cruise just began..... Enjoy. >>>> My name is Geena. No, not Gina, that would be normal- my parent's weren't normal, so it had to be Geena. This story is the beginning of my strange journey. The many that follow, will make very clear just how un-normal my life is. Please don't misunderstand me. I truly love my parents. Even today, when I can look back on my life and find the clues as to why I am so out of the ordinary, I truly love them. After all they created me. Not simply the act of copulation and

“I was on fire that night; I had a lot to drink before. You see, these men were special, VIP. They paid for me and I gave them a darn good show. I had on my favorite gold bikini set. It’s basically a strip of clothing; doesn’t cover anything—” I squeezed my eyes shut, my thumb digging into a wooden bead. “Candy, please. This is not—” “The lights in the VIP room were so dim I couldn’t see their faces,” she continued, ignoring me. Her voice was low. “But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties

“I’m such a horrible person… but I need your cock.” We could hear voices right outside the door, laughter, the bride’s excited giggles, people calling out instructions. The risk was higher than ever. Adrian fucked me relentlessly, his hand covering my mouth as I came hard the first time, my pussy gushing around his cock. He didn’t slow down. He kept pounding me, whispering filthy things in my ear. “I’m going to marry her in two hours,” he growled, choking me lightly, “but I’m breeding you right now. This pussy is mine. Say it.”

He reached for my hand and laced our fingers together, and he held on like I was the only thing keeping him tethered. “I'm close,” he said. “I'm so close—” “Come,” I said. “Come for me.” He did. His back arched, his mouth open in a silent cry, and his hole clenched around me. That was all it took. I followed him over the edge, buried deep, with my forehead pressed to his, and my breath mixing with his. The room was quiet except for our breathing. I pulled out slowly, disposed of the condom, and lay down beside him. He turned into me immediately and pressed his face into my chest, his arm thrown over my waist. He was trembling.

But after some minutes he finally gave in to his own burning desires and since then we've made love every single day to make up for all the lost times we didn't have! And it was sweet hot, sexy, steamy and passionate and we discovered new things, new spots of our body that we liked to be touched specially him with his scars, but i showed all my love and he took it all in like a sponge and now, our sexlife is even better than before all this mess!!!. End of flashback. I'm getting out of my deep thinking by the squeezing of my hand by Riley who is waiting for my answer: "Yes I do!" I say and they pronounce us officially as husband and wife and then he lifts up my chin with his finger and looks

she added as Mr Brookes nodded his head fiercely . " Have you finally gone nuts Sloan ? Just hear yourself , how do you intend to keep the news away from the press when the wedding is tomorrow ? Besides where is the bride ? " Williams asked demonstrating dramatically . "That's simple ,hire a Bride ! " Sloan said as raising her voice as Williams gave her a quizzed look . " Call the surgeon to make a face mask exactly as Vanessa's ,we can't loose this contract and hire the bride " Sloan continued as Mr Williams shook his head in remorse .