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Her hips rolled, chasing the pleasure, breath coming in those little gasps that made my blood rush south. I knew her. Not personally, but I'd jerked off to her videos more times than I cared to admit. Tiffany Voss. The Tiffany Voss—porn star who'd vanished from the industry six months ago amid some scandal. Here she was, next door, fucking her own fingers like she needed it bad. Her body tensed, thighs quivering as she came, a sharp cry escaping her lips. She didn't stop, riding it out, then slowing, chest heaving.

I needed space to absorb the shock I was about to receive. My butt found the toilet seat to be the most comfortable place to welcome Charly’s adultery proofs. I slid to his chat app right away. And there it was. Messages, dating back to a year, long before Fiji and his fake promises of being a better partner. Bank transactions to her account. Taylor Casatelli. And nudes. Her pussy right up on the screen facing me. Wet. Her pierced nipples dripping with some liquid. Countess videos of the same blonde woman. And when I thought I had seen it all, Charly’s dick stared at me, a slap to the face.

Carl tried to divert the boy's attention and even lifted him from the chair to bring to his room. "Papa Cawl(Carl) and Theo watch pown(porn)?" the boy curiously asked with his expectant look. Carl stared at his glaring mother before he looked around and saw everyone's warning look. "Porn is not for babies, it is for old men with beards. Papa Carl doesn't want to watch porn. Papa Carl is not an old man, papa Carl has no beard" Carl tried to retract what he said earlier which made Theo more confused. The boy stared at him with his knitted brows.

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Headlines, group chats, social media feeds—all screaming the same thing: “Old Intimate Video of Liora and Noah Anderson Leaked Online.” Liora froze. Her hand trembled as she tapped one of the links. “New Scandal: Leaked BDSM Video of Noah Anderson and Liora Wrenford.” “Is This Proof Liora Isn’t the Pure Woman She Claims to Be?” She scrolled through the comments, each one a knife to her chest. “No wonder Xavier chose her, she’s clearly experienced.” “How could the wife of a Wrenford have such a filthy past?” “This video is beyond disgraceful.”

"Okay, that's enough. You dare to touch me again and you won't like the scene I'll cause." Carrie raised both hands in surrender, "Okay, but you do know I have a tape. Specifically, a sex tape entailing you and a professor who you asked to paint Andrea in a bad light in front of several other professors." Before Valerie could deny it, Carrie brought out her phone and showed a video. Valerie didn't let it play long as she reached out and tried to grab it. Carrie was quick enough to dodge before laughing silently, "Even if you destroy this phone, I have numerous other tapes of you and others. I must say, you're a shameless slut."

I fisted my dick, thumb circling the head, imagining the heat of her, the metallic tang of blood and sweat in the air. Yes, tear for me, my mind growled, dark tendrils wrapping around the scene. Let it destroy you, remake you in agony. I came once to that one, ropes of hot cum splattering my abs, but I didn't stop. Reloaded with a quick wipe, I chased the high again, clicking to a live-stream link I'd bookmarked... an underground site where expectant moms auctioned private births to high-rollers. Tonight's feed: 'NYC Loft Birth – Solo Mom, No Meds.' The chat scrolled with anonymous bids, pervs like me drooling digits for closer angles.

"Not only did you fabricate untrue sexual rumors about me, but you also spread them among yourselves. Are all of you looking to get sued together?" To my surprise, Kaia burst out laughing. She stepped forward and slapped my phone out of my hand. "You're the one who's having an immoral affair in the office, and you still have the nerve to sue others now?" she jeered. In the next moment, she threw several photos at me. They had secretly taken pictures of me entering the boss' office. Kaia said, "I've already reported your improper private conduct and the fact that you seduced the boss with your body to the Securities and Exchange Commission. Just wait. You'll be suspended from work while they

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This was none of her business. She scrolled through a few more and then her cursor hovered over a website not like the rest. It was definitely a p**n site. No doubt about that. She bit her lip. What did Carl Salvo fantasize about in bed? Before she could think better about it, she clicked on it. Pictures of women being fucked filled the screen. Heart racing, she quickly scrolled down to see short videos and teasers. She couldn’t stop looking, her own body becoming aroused as she went through pictures of women sucking men’s cocks and women spreading their legs as men slipped inside of them. She didn’t dare turn on one of the videos, scared of coming right on Carl’s couch, but looked through t