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Before she could touch me, I stepped back and avoided her. "Jeremy, I know you're angry, but I can explain. Gerald lied to me. I'm innocent too. But don't worry. From now on, I'll only trust you! Let's get married. I'll be the best wife to you." She rambled on, trying to win my forgiveness. I finally lost my patience. I pulled Skye into my arms, leaned down, and kissed her softly on the cheek. She stiffened for a moment, her face quickly flushing red.

I nodded as I grabbed my boob and pinched my nipple slightly. I curled my toes, reached back, and clawed at his arm. "Cum, slut" My body obeyed the command at once. I screamed, my cum sprayed everywhere. In a few seconds, Damon slammed his cock into me a few more times. Then she released shots of his hot cum into my ass and pulled out. His cum dripped out of my ass onto the floor, mixing with my cum. We lay down side by side, catching our breaths. "Ella"

“Shhh. Quiet, baby.” He thrust up to meet her, fucking her from below while muffling her moans. The slap of skin on skin was risky but unstoppable. Emma’s eyes rolled back as her orgasm hit hard—her pussy spasming violently around him, squirting slightly down his thighs. Damien groaned into her neck and pulled her down flush against him. He came deep inside her, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum straight into her womb. The creampie felt even riskier knowing his wife was in the house.

"Their words are law in this city. You’re fighting a tide you cannot stop. Even if he’s cheating—and I know he is—you just have to ignore it. Focus on having his heir. Once you have a Stormfang heir in your arms, you’ll have a solid, unbreakable footing in the pack. Nobody can touch you then." ​"I don't want his money, and I don't want his power!" I shouted, the sound echoing off the thin walls. “He abandoned me at the altar three times, Mom.” My mother took a breath. "Honestly, Zara, even if you refuse to reconcile with him and find someone else, he'll still cheat. All men cheat. It's in their DNA." “No Mom, I don't agree with you,” I said, rising to my feet. “Not all men cheat. I'm pretty

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

She spread the wet pre-ejaculation juices on the dick over the tip, placing it back in her opening, trying to push it in. She loudly exclaimed, cursing as James pushed the cock in her. He withdrew, having only managed to make a quarter of his massive member in her and, with a powerful stroke and her scream, smashed his huge dick fully home, deep in her pussy.

I gasped as his hands kneaded my breasts, teasing my nipples until they ached deliciously. Rafael moved closer, brushing his fingers along my slick folds while Damien pumped his cock in me. He circled my clit, teasing me, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. "God, look at you,” he growled, eyes dark with lust. I whimpered, lost in the intensity, begging for more. Damien came, spurting his cum deep in my pussy. He pulled away with a groan, and Cole, who had been patient until now, lifted me onto his lap while he sat on one of the chairs, sliding his cock inside with a slow thrust that made my knees buckle. I cried out, clinging to him as he fucked me.

Hitting climax, she dripped shamelessly, messing her thighs and the floor as it formed a glistening clump. I poured my sperm into her keyhole, leaving her with a creampie. In good relief, I collapsed on the wall, pressing her petite body against it.

Hashtags like #NickEmotionallyAbusesWife, #TheTruthBehindEliteMarriages, and #AshleySuffersInSilence shot to the top of the trending charts. Countless misled netizens flooded my livestream account, cursing me as a spoiled rich man who had driven his wife into another man's arms. It was Brian's final strike—his last desperate attempt to flip the narrative and cast himself as a victim. "Do you want me to handle this?" Chelsey asked, her tone like ice as she scrolled through the venomous comments on her tablet. I shook my head. "No need. He's just a clown dancing on borrowed time." I didn't respond. I didn't defend myself because I knew lies collapse on their own. Truth doesn't need to shout.