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I fell on top of her, still quaking, cock still buried inside her. This was meant to be a quickie. It was actually. But right now, I still want more. “You should get going,” she said, voice low. The way it sounded, like a wife caring for her husband. It made warmth spread across my chest, a smile splitting on my lips. “Are you that eager to watch me leave?” She chuckled, breathy, then moved a bit. My cock moved inside her and she moaned. “You would be late. Remember the pack elders are already waiting,” she said, and moaned when I moved back a bit and thrust back into her.

Her husband’s voice, raw and desperate, mixed with a woman’s breathy cries, her stomach twisted while she walked down the hallway like a ghost and pushed the bedroom door open. The sight of what she saw burned itself into her soul. Her husband was on his back, gripping the sheets, while Laura, her trusted secretary, the quiet, beautiful woman who had been by her side for years riding him hard. Laura’s head was thrown back, her full breasts bouncing with every movement, moaning his name like she couldn’t get enough while his hands gripped Laura’s hips tightly as he thrust up into her, and the wet slapping sounds filling the room. “Fuck, Laura… your pussy is so wet and tight,” he groaned loudl

After Dominic Hatch loses his memories, he refuses to believe that I'm his wife. "If you really are my wife, why is it that there aren't any photos of us together?" I explain to him that he doesn't like taking photos. That's why we didn't even have a wedding portrait of us. But soon, Dominic digs out nine thick and heavy photo albums from a hidden compartment in his safe. The main characters in those albums are him and another unfamiliar woman. There are countless photos documenting their journey—from they were still children to when they had completely grown up. The pure and innocence on their faces slowly give way to the sappy love and affection they have for each other. In fact, Domi

Eri is Etus's secret admirer. Oh. She gently hooked her lip line. Eri trembled with anger at the thought of talking and laughing with Etus just now: "What are you laughing at?!" Mary Kinson's red lips are slightly raised: "I laugh, a person you can't reach, but I can easily become my friend if I want to..." With that, she lowered her voice, leaned close to her, and teased in a voice only she could hear: "We can also be lovers." "You..." Yu Eri trembled with anger and raised her hand to give her a slap.

Her heart was palpitating as she felt intense hotness under her thighs. "Let me go" she whispered. "How can I let you go, when you banged into my room without my permission? I never let you into the room remember? So tell me what do you want from me" James' masculine voice whispered in her ears. Has he moved even nigher to her? Catherine felt weak, surprisingly, she lacked the urge to push him away, She truly desired to be kept hostage under his arms forever, however, James gently pushed her away from his warm arms and said.

She was wild and interesting, unlike…Lia… I love my wife but I admit, I have my fantasies in bed that she couldn't fulfill…she's innocent, after all… "Hahh…hahhh…ahh…how…are you so…still so thick and hard…hmmm…" Eridessa's breaths shook as she positioned herself on top of me, riding me like crazy. We were at my hotel room, doing our business like always.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

The risk made everything hotter, and when I came that time, I screamed so loud I had to bite his shoulder to quiet down. By afternoon I was exhausted but still craving him. We showered together, and he pressed me against the tiles, lifting one of my legs and sliding into me slow and deep while the water ran over us. He kissed my neck and whispered, “You’re not his wife anymore, Alina. You’re my little cum slut now.” I came just from his words and the way his fat cock stretched me open.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Including this situation. Elena walked forward and sat without waiting to be told. He picked up the folder and slid it across the glass table toward her. “Six months,” he said, his voice calm and business-like. “You live with me as my wife. Attend events. Maintain appearances. At the end, you walk away with fifty million dollars. The money will be transferred immediately once the contract ends. Separate bedrooms. No intimacy. No emotional involvement. No unnecessary complications.” Elena let out a quiet breath, then pushed the folder back toward him. “No,” she said firmly. “I’m not selling myself. I’ll find another way.”