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Tonight was meant to be a celebration of the Bloodmoon Accord, a final round of talks before the eclipse . Maxim stood at the head dais, a figure carved from shadow and command. The black of his suit was threaded with a subtle silver sheen, but no amount of tailoring could soften the Beast inside him. It prowled beneath his skin, scenting tension like the first hint of blood.

He pressed my front against the cool glass, my breasts flattening against it. “Hands on the glass. Ass out.” I obeyed. The city lights twinkled far below while he kicked my legs wider apart. He rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down my soaked slit, teasing my entrance. “Beg me to fuck you,” he demanded. “Please, Mr. Blackwood… fuck me,” I whispered, voice shaking with need. “I need your cock.” He slammed into me in one brutal thrust, burying every inch deep inside my pussy. I cried out at the sudden stretch. He was so much bigger than my husband.

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In fact, it is clear to me that he is punishing me but what did I even do to deserve punishment? Shortly after, Megan showed up in a bikini, she was exposing a lot of flesh and I found myself cussing inside. Megan was a thick black woman, she wasn’t really chubby, but she was damn thick and I didn’t notice till now. Her boobs were struggling inside the bikini top and I immediately began to wonder why Mr. Blackwood hadn’t strafed her just yet.

Amber Fuck, I hate this. How can anyone look this ravishing—and breathtaking—during masturbation? I wanted to embarrass him, just as he did to me. Hunter Black, CEO of the high and mighty Black Crescent Group, working his dick like a junkie desperate for the next high but can’t seem to get it up as fast as he used to—that should shred his ego right? How wrong was I. It was already hard when he took it out. A few strokes, and the monster was fully erected, swollen with his desire—the same ones glowing from that piercing gaze.

She scooped it out, slow and deep, and brought it to her mouth. *Buzz.* *Mr. Black*: *“Send me a pic, slut.”* She reached into her bag, pulled out her phone, and snapped a pic: one leg up, panties to the side, pussy open and gleaming. Sticky, pink, dripping. Then another—her fingers deep, spreading herself wide. She hit send. Her phone buzzed almost instantly. *Mr. Black*: *“Goddamn. That’s my pussy. Still leaking for me.”*

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