One Luna, Three Hated Alphas
I giggle.
Going closer to the room, I lean on the door and pin my ear to it, wanting to hear anything. The screams of terror, the cry of more pain than pleasure and there's Aaliyah’s; a loud groan which was a fine mix of both pain and pleasure. With her, sexling isn't a fight of validation, it's of satisfaction and while the other alpha females fought wrongly, she fulfilled her wild fantasies.
With her, we gained freedom... So impeccable.
I keep walking down the corridor and take my right. At the extreme is the kitchen and the last time I visited, the previous chef that fed us shit was laid down. The same one that was against destitute like us, but fell for Linda's busy mouth.
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