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Unknown: What’s your name? I paused. I’d never given a stranger this much space in my day before, let alone someone who only existed behind a text bubble—but my fingers moved on their own. Me: Evan. Seconds passed, then a photo came through. Not a face. Just a mouth. Full lips, slick with spit, parted like they’d just said something filthy—or were about to. No filters, no caption. Just intention. Unknown: You can call me Baby. I adjusted in my seat, pretending it wasn’t because I was half hard already. Pretending I hadn’t saved the number. Pretending this wasn’t the most interesting thing that had happened to me in months.

Morgan was nothing like the incubi described online. After dinner, I decided I'd contact the seller again—maybe there was some kind of user manual or instruction guide. But when I went online to find them, the entire shop was gone. I'd chosen that shop because it was the cheapest one—surely it wasn't some shady operation?! Less than a month had passed, and the store had already shut down? They couldn't even leave me an incubus instruction manual? At least give me that!

He looked at Dima, lying beside him on the bed, then returned to his phone and began browsing social media. After several pictures on his phone screen, he scrolled to the top and saw a post on someone's account. It read: "I'm Mira, and this is my number. I'd like to get to know you. Serious relationship, paid for in cash." Below the post was a picture of Mira. She looked beautiful, wearing a sheer dress that revealed more than it concealed. Malik smiled faintly, his expression cold, and copied the number to his phone. He pressed the call button and glanced at Dima, who was lying asleep beside him.

she whispered and bent and licked some of the dribbles of cum that had coated my cock. "Do you like the taste of my cum?" I asked her. "I love it Mr Matthews, I never knew how tasty it was," she answered, and I noticed that her hand was down between her legs and had dipped beneath her miniskirt and she was quite noticeably playing with herself. My cock was still hard and the view of Cindy fingering her pussy was enough to get me horny again. I glanced at my clock on the wall and we still had half an hour before Cindy's parents would return.

I'd spent all the pocket money I earned from years of doing part-time writing to pay those online influencers, making sure the story went viral. The impact was enormous—the incident shot up the trending topics. Overnight, his family's company, Campbell Group, suffered a massive drop in shares. Their products were returned en masse. "We're just commoners. We're too poor to use their stuff." "I'd rather support local brands than buy from them. Seriously, what kind of nonsense is this—selling a trash can for over a hundred bucks?" Campbell Group's partners were tagged online and warned that if they continued their cooperation with Campbell Group, they would lose business too. The companies went

An audible gasp left my lips when my silver eyes met his olive-greyish ones, they are so mesmerizing I could get lost in them. 'Psst, hello! Stop staring like a lunatic!' My inner voice snaps me out of my trance. "Umm... Oh,...sor... sorry. I'm sorry for bumping into you." 'Real smooth Taylor, real smooth' my inner girl mocks leaning on a wall with her arms folded over her chest, I just flip her off. "What's your name neonata?" (baby girl) Oh fuck he's Italian, that voice is so sexy. 'fuck me now' my inner girl says sultrily spreading her legs, 'shut it whore', 'I'm the whore now!? You're the one dripping wet from just the voice of a complete stranger.' I just roll my eyes because she's righ

I muttered. His pen but his head still bent over the page. “What was that?” He asked. “I said look at me,” I repeated, louder. He set his pen down and raised his eyes to meet mine. It was blank, leaving no room for any expression to escape. “Is something the matter, Miss Monroe?” “Am I so disgusting that you refuse to look at me?” “I’m not sure I understand you, Miss Monroe—” “Stop fucking calling me that!” I snapped. “My name is Sussay.

Dane called me several times, and just when I arrived at the location of the date, Joshua texted me and told me something came up and he couldn't make it. Dane. His call came again. “What?” I literally screamed into the phone in front of the whole street. “Go home.” Bastard. “No.” I seethed. If he was standing right in front of me, I would try my best to strangle him. “I'll help you. Go home.” “To do what?” “Get your desired orgasm, baby girl. Be a good girl, go home, and wait for further instructions.”

That night, I came down with a high fever. I was barely conscious—my mind drifting between dreams and delirium. For a moment, I thought it was still three years ago. Instinctively, I called Howard for help. But instead of his voice, I heard Phoebe's syrupy tone on the other end. "Who's calling you at this hour, Howie?" It was late, yet the two of them were still together. The fog in my head cleared just enough for me to hang up the phone immediately.

“Good girl. Now bend over that chair. Ass up for your uncle.” I bent over the low lounge chair fast. My dress was bunched around my waist. My ass was bare and waiting. Marcus dropped his pants. His thick cock sprang out, hard and ready. He rubbed the big head up and down my slippery slit. “You want this big uncle dick again? Tell me how bad.” “Yes! Please fuck me hard,” I begged. “I need my step-uncle’s cock stretching my tight pussy. Fill me up while everyone is dancing outside.”