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“You blue-balled him so bad he probably still jerks off to the memory.” Victoria leaned forward, intrigued. “Wait… who are we talking about now?” “Argh, you’re always so lost, Victoria,” Tess huffed. “Oh please,” Victoria rolled her eyes. “You all are always jumping from one man to another.” snatched my phone out. “Y’all need to see this nigga.” I flashed Damien’s pic—shirtless, sweat dripping down his abs, dick print screaming through them joggers. Victoria moaned. “Oh my pussy… he’s illegal.”

"Damien Moretti and Lady Natalia St Dumas." The applause that followed drowned my confusion as the spotlight flashed on Damien and his so called business partner.

They were talking about Lyriel Whitmore, the woman who once suffered, now standing beside the man everyone wanted to work with. To the world, she was no longer the fallen dancer named Duska. She was the woman who had captured the heart of Damien Barrett, the founder of DL Corp.

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

Dominique smiled wickedly, her eyes locked on his as she lowered her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, tasting his precum. She took him deep, her mouth working him with skilled precision, her head bobbing up and down. Damien's hands gripped her hair, his hips bucking up to meet her movements. She pulled away, her lips glistening, and positioned herself over his cock. With a slow, deliberate movement, she lowered herself onto him, both of them moaning as he filled her completely. Dominique's dominatrix side took over, her eyes flashing with a mix of power and desire. She reached for the seat belt, wrapping it around Damien's neck, the metal buckle resting against his th

A music artiste with lots of beautiful and sexy female fans that would do anything to bed him. Could I be wrong about him? Could Damian be cheating on me??

Slightly shutting my eyes,undesired hot sexy clips and images relating Damien gradually surf through my head,his heart warming and melting smile,his over all friendliness and hospitality,his broad shoulders likewise his intense muscular arms,he's currently within my head and it's driving me crazy. "Get the hell outta my head Damien" I mumble, flinging both eyes open before shutting them, hoping it's does the trick, rather the numerous popping images worsens. "Get out!!!!!" I scream, smacking my pillow against my face. Power oning my phone,I surf through the internet, scanning through the latest trendings and appetizing headlines, hoping it diverges my complete soul,body and attention off tho

Damien started fucking her hard and deep, his hips slamming against her reddened ass. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, voice filthy. "Your virgin pussy is squeezing my cock so perfectly. So tight. So fucking wet. This cunt was made for your stepbrother’s dick." He fucked her relentlessly, one hand gripping her hip while the other played with her bouncing breasts, pinching her nipples hard. Just as Lila felt herself approaching another shattering orgasm, Damien’s phone started ringing. He didn’t stop. Still buried deep inside her, he reached into his pocket, pulled out the phone, and answered it on speaker.

Dallas answered as he briefly glanced at James before refocussing on the performance on stage. As a sadist, he already looked like he was itching to join them. But if Dallas and Demi performed together, they would mess the sub up. In fact, compared to Demi, Dallas was an even bigger sadist. Demi chuckled when she saw the sub shake his head to ask her to continue and whipped her flogger on his bare chest, creating beautiful crisscrossing patterns on his skin. The man was so turned on that he was visibly hard. It could be seen through the cotton shorts he was wearing.

"Now's not the time to play coy, Mona. The man you were talking to earlier. What did he want?" "Ohhh!" So Jerkface had a name! I scanned the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of that tell-tale blonde hair, but he seemed to have vanished. Turning back to Desiree, I shrugged. "He didn't want anything; he just made some stupid comment about my drink of choice." Her eyebrows shot up, a clear sign she knew me well enough to anticipate my scandalous order. "Tell me you didn't ask for a bottle of whiskey... again!" I grinned, a small, knowing smirk. "Okay, I won't tell you."