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She fucked herself hard while her other hand pinched and twisted her aching nipples, her brain replaying the feel of marcus strong hands on her breasts from the slip earlier, his powerful body pressing against her. His image in her mind pushed her over the edge. She came hard, biting her lip to stay quiet, her body shaking with the first real orgasm she’d had in years. The guilt hit immediately afterward, but the pleasure lingered, leaving her breathless and shocked at how vivid the fantasy had been. The fire instead of being quenched, was highly ignited…Tamara wanted more…..wanted those strong hands to grip her boobs tightly……she wanted him to dominate her. The principal's wife slutty Era j

“Feel how hard she’s squeezing us? This little whore is loving being doublestuffed on her wedding night. Her husband is snoring like a useless drunk while we ruin his bride.” “That’s my good girl,” Dom growled, his voice rough and possessive as he pinched my nipples hard, twisting them between his fingers. “Coming so beautifully for your Daddy and Uncle. Milk our cocks with those greedy holes. You were made for this — made to be fucked and used by your family like the perfect little cumslut you are.”

AURIELLE Dominic grabs my waist and pins me to the bed so fast that I didn’t have time to react. My back hit the mattress. Dominic hovered over me, his hands holding my wrists above my head. "What are you doing?" I gritted out, hands flat against his chest, like that could actually stop him. "Listening to my wife." His voice was low, almost lazy. "And making our marriage look real." "You're insane." I gulped, hating how my pulse betrayed me. "I have things to do, I need to go."

Through gritted teeth, she spat, "You want a divorce? Over my dead body!" I caught her wrist mid-swing and flung her hand away, letting out a scornful laugh. "How dare you raise your hand at me, Winona? You're quite something now, aren't you? Why don't you find out what your precious, innocent Hendrick gets up to when you're not around?" I pulled out my phone and played a recording. Hendrick's smug, lecherous voice filled the room. "She'd rather enjoy my fake junk that's been enhanced nine times over than ever touch your real thing even once…"

“No, I don’t work here.” “That explains it,” she said with a faint smirk. “Only an amateur would behave as ignorantly as you have.” I stared at her, hoping she would walk away but she didn’t. “I’ll do you a favour and tell you for free,” she said. “I’m Victoria, Dominic’s wife.” My stomach churned. I already imagined he’d be married but I didn’t think I’d see her this soon. Not on my first day here. I rushed into the elevator, not wanting to hear anything else. I’m not sure I could handle any more humiliation today.

Or perhaps my own desperate libido is simply overriding common sense. Picturing the heavy weight of his massive, tattooed arms pinning me down has been a recurring intrusive thought since yesterday. "Tragic," sighing heavily, I slump back into the chair. "A massive waste of prime real estate. So, a girlfriend? A wife hidden away in a dacha somewhere?" “No," Dom says, her expression turning slightly serious. "He doesn’t date." "Never?" “Never. Hookups only." That piece of information settles in my chest, forming a heavy little stone of realization.

“Grimaldi’s wife is stunning. Young enough to be his daughter, eh? He always had a taste for the sensational.” “Be careful, Leo. Dominik is a territorial son of a bitch. He may not believe in monogamy, judging by how he treats everyone else’s partner like they’re single, but I’ve heard he’s very possessive of his wife. She must have a golden cunt or something.” The pieces click into place. The envy of the wives. The whispers of me not knowing what I’m missing out on. Dominik treating the women like they’re single. It can only mean one thing.

Dominic wasted no time in obeying, pulling his hips back and thrusting his cock so deep it grazed parts of me that I'd never thought possible. Each thrust sent my body forward a bit, making my tits graze the duvet sheets and heightening my pleasure. "Fucking slut." His hands wrapped around my throat, making me arch up till my body hit his. "You're walking around working as a nanny and a waitress when your one job should be riding my cock." My hands remained pressed together, my whole mind so focused on that it didn't register the fact that Dominic knew I also worked as a waitress. "Your cunt is so tight, if I hadn't listened to you slam your fingers into it in the bathroom, I'd have thought

When he lifted his eyes to me and caught me watching, he gave me crooked smile. "I just want to say, Vee, I love watching your pussy so much." Over me, Dominic grunted disapprovingly. "Is that why you painted her naked and hung her painting in your private attic." I froze. How did Dominic know about that? Gaius also had a shocked expression on his face as well and I almost thought both me were about to resume their fight, but then Dominic spoke. "If you know you want to have that pussy, you can't go easy on her." My husband reached forward and fumbled one of my boobs, squeezing my puckered nipples so hard, my pussy squeezed out a hot trail of wetness. "My wife loves it hard and punishing."

she whispered, "It's OK." Dominic gaped as his wife reached down and took off her own shirt, revealing her tan, six-pack stomach and a little black sports bra. She took that off as well and her little titties jiggled. Dominic couldn't help but notice that his wife's nipples were erect, like little coral-colored spires poking outward.