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His cock was as hard as fuck, fully ready to fill her up and give her the sex she had been craving for. Stacy licked her lips and turned away from his body. She didn't waste up to thirty seconds before she flung all the clothes she had on onto the ground. Bruce refused the temptation to look at her perfect soft body, his imagination of how she must look right now all naked and bare for his eyes took over his logic for thinking.

Fuck, Fiona is here, in Los Angeles, she must be tired, a five hour flight from Rhode Island. ____ I let the water run over me one last time, about to put it off, when Fiona struts in, naked. I gulp, looking at her, every parts of her, divine, golden. "Stay still." She says, and falls to her knee, my cock shooting out, saluting her. "God, your cock makes me want to have a baby." She groans, and before I can speak, she takes me in, all of me, in one gulp.

“It’s obvious, isn’t it? You’ve been fucking one of your students. How scandalous.” I was too stunned to speak. Fiona had merely chuckled, sauntering over to one of the garden chairs and plopping down. As she crossed her legs, she hiked up her skirt a bit, exposing her thighs. I couldn’t tell if it was a pathetic attempt at seducing me or a reminder that she could do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. “Fiona—” “A human girl, no less,” she cut me off, clicking her tongue. “How do you think that will look, hmm? The great Alpha, CEO, and professor Edwin Brooks, sleeping with a girl young enough to be his daughter. And while engaged; talk about a cherry on top.”

“....oh please, I'm tired…ahhhh…I'm so tired, fuck, spare me after this round, please my pussy is so blazing hot…oh my life…oh my life…” “Ride on boss. We are next on line. Make it quick and step out. Our dicks are hard already, waiting for our turn” one of the men said. Fiona placed her hand on her chest. She thought she was free but the hurdle ahead was greater than the one she'd crossed. This bastard is unconscious but his partners are waiting in line. They all want to violate her. Then she remembered the camera situated everywhere. She dismantled everything and moved them to the side. What will she do now? She looked outside the window, it's a bushy part of the city, distant from the mai

appeared. I replied with a playful chuckle, refraining from sharing that particular photo. "No, that one doesn't bring out my features. How about this one instead?" I selected another image of me positioned against a wall naked, with my legs spread apart. In the photo, I held a small vibrator against my pussy, my tongue out and my eyes closed. "I think you should send both?" Bella suggested nonchalantly. I stared at the pictures, considering Bella's proposal. She did make a valid point. Honestly, even just gazing at them was getting me aroused. I could only begin to imagine what Bruce's reaction would be when he saw them.

She still tried to help Susie up but she pushed Fiona away. “W…we need to leave, our freedom is right in front of our eyes, Susie, please. Come on.” Fiona pleaded but Susie only sobbed and touched her belly. “I’m pregnant with Bruno’s child. I love him,” Bruno was the security at the pet house. Fiona stumbled a step back as she refused to believe the truth. She abruptly turned around and a loud muffled yelp escaped past her lips when she collided with a hard wall. She fell back on her bottom as a painful hiss left her lips.

she said seductively, crawling to the edge of her bed. The sight of her body began hitting my urges. I had to look away to subdue the feelings rising, questioning Fiona’s action. “Is this what I asked you to do? I said we need to talk not get naked!” “Oh don’t act like you don’t like what you see Allen. Just come closer and touch my body. Come and feel my skin,” she spoke temptingly, turning her back at me and unhooking her bra. I gulped down at the sight of her smooth skin. This girl is indeed a whore, but a sexy one.

Sofia, in a burgundy silk robe, was pouring herself another glass while glancing sideways at her daughter. On Fiona’s phone, the photos her mom had sent minutes earlier were still open. Five shots from Helen’s session. In every single one, the blonde was practically writhing: legs spread wide, tongue out, hand between her thighs, face like she was orgasming right there. Zero focus on the lingerie, 100% focus on “look at my body, you perverts.” Fiona burst out laughing, almost knocking over her glass. “Oh my God, Mom! This is how she thinks she’s killing it? Throwing her pussy in the photographer’s face?” She turned the phone so Sofia could see better. “Looks like she’s shooting for adult sit

Brad and Lisa did not intend to leave her alone with a made woman. "Oh dear! How are you?" Athena who was unaware of the fact that her facade was exposed, "Stay away from her." Lisa was quick and stopped Athena before she could hug Cele. She did not want this woman, close to Cele. "Who are you to stop me?" Athena furrowed her brows. A slut dared to stop her. She gritted her teeth but before she could raise her hand, her eyes spotted Brad who just happened to enter with some supplements and food. Athena faked a pity face and tears brewed in her eyes instantly.

Not that Logan would notice, but he wanted to be extra careful that his presence here would be unnoticed. He walked towards Ruth's house. He knocked once and entered. Ruth and Fiona were seated on the couch together. Fiona stood up and Bruce grabbed her, kissing her fully on the lips and pressing her ass. Fiona pushed him away, but there was a smile on her face. "You are in a good mood..." she muttered. "Ruth," Bruce said, sitting down opposite her. "Are you out of the fight? Or are you going to channel the anger into destroying Claire once and for all?"