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Additionally, any photos related to him were pixelated, even if blurry. The reporters did not mention anything about Zachary's physical status either. Neither Victoria nor Yves had a Twitter account. Hence, netizens bombarded Colette's comment section. "Do you see what kind of person your innocent Lettie is now? Hahaha!" "Doesn't she have AIDS? She sure knows how to have fun!" "You bitch! Mr. Homer is mine! Don't you dare steal my husband!" "I'm bored and have trouble sleeping. Can someone upload the clear and uncensored video?"

shouted Ash. "I don't care," I replied coldly, "I just want you to stay out of my life and never bother us again! I'm sick of hearing all the nasty words you say to me. A slut? Yes... let's just say I was a slut. That was before I realized that I had loved the wrong man! Now I have a great husband like Henry and I'm happy." I swallowed my saliva with difficulty. My eyes stare intently at Ash. "Freya," Henry called. He pulls my hand away from Ash. It seemed like he was afraid of Ash doing something bad to me.

“And who are you?” Killian’s voice was ice. “I’m her husband.” He leaned in, words razor-sharp. “Stand up and leave my wife the fuck alone.” David stood up immediately, apologizing profusely. He said he had no idea I was married. Killian crossed his arms, staring him down with that icy glare. “Yeah, you know now,” he said coldly, “so don’t ever approach my wife again.” David nodded, muttering another apology before quickly walking away.

"Dexter, with your college diploma, you couldn't even get into my company. What makes you think you can be the HR manager? And who gave you that confidence?" Dexter's face turned pale. In a fit of rage, he kicked me in the stomach. "Shut up!" Caught off guard, I fell to the ground. My hip slammed into the hard tiles with a sharp pain. But Dexter wasn't done. He grabbed my hair and yanked it violently. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Trying to piss me off, huh? I'm going to teach you a lesson today!" I gritted my teeth in pain, barely managing to squeeze out the words. "Go ask around. I'm Ella's husband."

He kneads the flesh with a quiet possessiveness, his thumb rolling over the already hardened tip until I cry out into his mouth. The dessert, thick hot chocolate, is exquisite torture. He smears it on my lips with his fingertip, then cleans them with his mouth, long, sweet, deep kisses that drive me mad. He spreads a little on the tip of my breast, and this time, he doesn't just lick. He takes the whole breast into his mouth, warm and wet, and cleans it with exasperating slowness, suck after suck, until I writhe on his lap, murmuring incoherent pleas.

“Well… well, does it matter? I feel better having her suffer right here.” Pausing for a brief moment, Kim began “you need an heir, she can't give that to you.” Then pulling herself closely to his chest, perhaps the touch of her titties on his chest will make him reconsider this time. “why don’t you try that with me. I am young too.” Her alluring voice came to play as she intentionally pressed and brushed her hooters onto his chest. He smiled. “hmmm”. His cunny smile continued “hmm...”. Then his eyes narrowed while gazing at her calmly “hmm... you don’t understand what you ask for”.

(Music) I made plans to be with you Girl whatever you ask me you know I can do (Music) I'll make love to you Like you want me to And I'll hold you tight Baby... We just danced until the song ended. “Thank you hon!” My wife said sweetly. “Anything for you wife!” I told her then I tighten my hug. I told the staff of harana.ph to leave the office and Laila, Mara's secretary. I heard the door close and lock, so I turned and face my wife and gave her a sweet kiss. “I love you wife!” I whispered and I hug her again.

She puts her hand in her skirt, and my eyes widen the same moment my heart stops. She sees the expression on my face and begins laughing as she pulls out a phone from between her legs. "Relax. I'm not a lesbian. "She jokes, and I exhale in relief before joining her in laughter. Once our laughter has settled, she begins to play music from the phone, and I watch her dance to Maradona by Niniola. She makes a few mistakes, but after correcting them, the dance turns out to be a beautiful routine. "How was it? "She questions and I smile as I applaud her.

Dirty words rolled off his tongue, accompanied by a grunt that made a traitorous moan nearly slither through her throat. In an instant she hit her zenith, throwing her head back and jerking her hips up only for the ropes around her to gnaw at her skin. “What you're doing to me is wrong.” She masked a whimper with a hiss, her eyes fluttering closed. “And what about what you've already done to my fat dick? Look at what I intend to stretch your softness with.” Letting out uneven breaths, he husked. “I'll let it burst inside you, just you.” Pushing his fingers knuckle-deep to hit her sweet spots in which he was familiar with.

I turned slowly to look at the owner of the voice and my jaw fell confirming my suspicion. "Sasha?" I uttered seeing my mate at the club standing before me. "How are you?" "How am I here?" She asked and looked behind me. She let out a mocking laugh and grabbed a drink from the fridge with two glasses and realization dawned on me. "I thought your ex-whore friend behind you must have told you. Well, I'm Caspian's new woman and you will be seeing my face around here very often." She said tapping her finger on one of the glass. She shrugged her shoulder and took her tray about to walk out of the kitchen but she turned back as if forgetting something. "I did get into the VIPs didn't I? And I did