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“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.”

Elise was patiently waiting for her outside the building so they went to Elion’s condo unit together. “Why are you rushing me to come here Elise? What’s the matter? ” River asked confused. “Just hurry up bessy! You have the key to Elion’s condo, don’t you? Open it quickly!” Elise hurried River. Although River was confused, she still followed her friend's urges. They slowly opened the door of the condo then silently entered inside Elion's condo unit. River's eyes almost widened as she fixed her gaze on Elion's bulk that was perched on top of a woman on his own bed. Elion immediately noticed the presence of River and Elise, which caused him to panic and stand up while trying to cover his naked

His eyes were filled with concern and care, for a moment , Karen wished she was the lady stared at adorably by an Adonis like Joseph . “ Snap out Karen . He is Isabella's handpicked man .” she mutters to herself . ** D'embert Royale ** Sheila laid on the bed awaiting Lord Royale D'embert . She wore a red netty lingerie which exposed her entire full firm breast and little piece placed over the nipple area. Her neatly shaved honey pot was in ultimate display with the manner she was instructed to lay on the bed by a woman who had dressed her up in the thinly red netty lingerie .

Elise gasped, gripping the edge of the pool as Mark started fucking her steadily. “Oh god… yes,” she whispered, looking straight at her mother while he took her. “Fuck me just like this, Daddy. Right here where I can see her. She has no idea her husband is balls-deep in her daughter.” Mark stayed relatively quiet, his strong hands gripping her waist as he drove into her from behind with deep, controlled thrusts. The water rippled around their bodies with every movement. Elise kept talking, her voice breathy and filthy. “You like this view? Fucking me while you look at her? I bet I feel better than she ever did…”

Elise traced the lightest fingertip along one thigh, then the other—never higher, never where Daphne ached most. Minutes stretched. The girl began to squirm, hips lifting in silent pleas. “Please…” The word came out small and desperate. Elise ignored it. She leaned in and licked slow, teasing circles around the swollen clit without ever making direct contact. Daphne’s entire body jerked against the restraints. Her thighs trembled. When the pleas grew louder—“Elise… I need you… touch me, please”—Elise finally allowed the barest flick of her tongue over the sensitive bud. Daphne cried out softly, back arching.

It was genuine — surprised out of him. “You’re not trying to charm me, are you?” “No.” “Good. Because it’s working.” She didn’t smile back. That night, Elise returned to her bedroom and opened the bottom drawer of her desk. She pulled out a small leather notebook. Not pink. Not monogrammed. Just black, unmarked. She wrote one name at the top of the first page: Elena Cruz And beneath it, a line in ink: Let him believe. Let him want. Let him fall. Then burn him.

Rhys Carter did not sleep that night. Every time he closed his eyes, she was there. Elise Park in that thin white PE shirt, fabric stretched tight across heavy breasts, the clear outline of perky nipples pressed against the damp cotton. The way the dark shorts clung to the full, round curve of her ass when she walked. Strong thighs. Soft waist. Skin flushed from the sun and exercise. He had seen her for years and never once looked properly. Now he couldn’t stop seeing her.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

"Well, may he get exactly what he wants." "No, no, no. According to very reliable gossip source, Elise's already latched onto another man." Suzie sucked up the last bit of her drink and spoke with a mouthful, "My friend's seen her at a bunch of parties clinging to some greasy old guy with a beer belly. Supposedly a shady web drama director. Scumbag, but used to be rich back in the day…" I stopped listening. Just then, a client called, and I got back to work.

"And we are very happy. Elise, what are you doing in Gstaad? I thought you were running your father’s shipping empire in Monaco." "Oh, I am," Elise flipped her hair. "I’m CEO now. We just merged with the Greek consortium. I made Forbes '30 Under 30' again. But I needed a break. I’m here for the season." She stepped closer, invading my personal space. "You know, Cole, I always thought we would end up running the world together. Remember that summer on the yacht? You promised you’d never marry anyone who couldn't keep up with you intellectually." She glanced at Sabrina again, a smirk playing on her lips. "I assume she has... other talents?"