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shouted Claire as she put the money in her wallet. "Umm Claire ..." Leah looked up from the cubicle. "What now? You're not going to take your money back, are you?" asked Claire warily. Leah snorted, "No! No of course! Do you have Chloe Coleman's cell phone number? Umm, our Chief Editor," "Yup, wait, I sent it to your email," Claire looked up to look at Leah but Leah was back in her cubicle. 'Chloe, it's me, Leah.

“What are you talking about?” Damien turned the phone toward her. On the screen was her secret OnlyFans page. Not just the main one — the locked posts. The ones where she was completely naked, legs spread, fingering herself. Another picture showed her shoving a dildo deep in her pussy with the caption “wish this was your cock daddy.” Riley’s face went pale. “Delete that right now. That’s private.”

I compare the thoughts and I find myself loving the idea of being vulnerable before Vera than being in control with Claire. I almost cut it off but I know better than to do so. “Fuck…I love the way your dick swells in my mouth, sweetie.” She tells me, rolling my cock in both her palms. After a short while, she gets to her feet, pleading I pound myself into her. Claire already got rid of her robe, standing blatantly naked before me so I can fuck her. I’m just about to catch one of her nipples in my mouth when my cell phone rings.

“not her stealing a whole ultrasound” By 9:27 someone has done a side-by-side of my original ultrasound (the one I leaked months ago in a moment of weakness) with Amara’s blurry, badly photoshopped version. By 9:41 the clown emojis arrive in waves. By 10:03 Amara’s post is gone. By 10:17 her entire account is deactivated. By noon #ClownBump is trending worldwide and Amara Quinn (real name Nora, real talent: theft) is the internet’s punching bag.

He stared down at Clara, still kneeling there — face flushed, lips parted, chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the sweat-soaked habit. “Lift your habit, Sister. Now. Show your priest what that sinful pussy is hiding.” Clara obeyed instantly, her fingers trembling with excitement. She grabbed the hem of the black habit and slowly raised it to her waist, exposing her thick, shapely legs, her fair skin glistening with sweat. She wasn’t wearing panties — she never did anymore when she came to confess. Her shaved pussy appeared in all its obscene glory: the outer lips swollen and deep red, parted, shining with the abundance of honey dripping from her. Her clit was prominently swollen and har

Claire was quite grateful to him for that act. The lady that stood with them was none other than Darla Roberts. The renowned blogger who specialized in celebrity gossip and scandal. Her blog, 'Daring' was the most read in all the country. She was well-known and most people tended to avoid having encounters with her to prevent their secrets being exposed. She could also resort to blackmail to get whatever she wanted. Claire knew that the moment she brought herself out to the public, there would be wolves ready to rip her to bits but she was prepared. She wouldn't let anyone bring her down or know her including the infamous Darla.

" she murmured to herself. Seething with anger, Tess grabbed her second phone and typed out a message to Claire. She attached two images she had secretly taken: one of Liam pressing against Claire from behind and another of him grabbing her butt and leaning in. With a smug smirk, she hit send. Claire stood in the elevator on her way up to Alex's office when her phone buzzed. She pulled it out, her heart instantly dropping when she saw the text. Opening the message, her hands trembled as the images loaded-one showing Liam pressed against her from behind and the other capturing the horrifying moment he had grabbed her and leaned in.

No, this was different. A news alert. I clicked it, and my heart began to pound painfully as the article loaded. The headline leaped out at me in bold, glaring letters: "Billionaire Xavier Carter Caught in Scandal: Intimate Photos Leaked." My stomach bottomed. This couldn't be happening. Not publicly. Not like this. My fingers automatically scrolled down; my eyes skimmed over the details, each word another knife twist deeper into my gut. The article recounted everything: the photos, the rumors, the damning implications. And there they were, those same images Claudia had sent me, now plastered across the internet for the whole world to see. Xavier, half-dressed, Claudia beside him, her expres