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There were no profile pictures or any personal information given, except that she was based in LA. "Leave the book, A*i, please. I want to read it," said Weston in a quiet tone as he kept inspecting the book minutely. 'Faded Dreams By Isabella H.' "Sure, bro. I've read it already. You can keep it if you want," she said, handing him the book. Weston smiled. "Thanks, A*i. Ask for your treat, right away," he told her. A*ianna smiled back. "Wait, bro. Let her respond and acknowledge that she indeed is our very own Isabella. She could be Isabella Holmes, or Isabella Hawke or Isabella Harris or...," continued Arianna but Weston interrupted her.

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.

She is my drug, my sweet addiction, my divine kiss and my only downfall. "My love, everything I do is worth it, you'll see that you won't regret it," I hold her tightly in my arms, my nose in her perfumed hair, "I promise that today you will be the only precious jewel that my heart, mind and body will desire to pamper and have."

I feel the pain on my lower body but I care less and went straight to the shower room letting the cold water poured over me as I lean on the tile. I smiled bitterly and decided to get up and clean myself. There's no time to waste. I know it from the start that but yeah, I don't blame anyone except myself for being weak and fragile. I saw the expensive wine inside the room and decided to open it. I sip some and type a message to Feinah. Me: Hi, how's your day? Feinah: Good. I talked with Rhyiuz earlier. I swallowed hard. I took another sip of the wine and continue to read Feinah's message.

I shifted them slowly to the side, exposing her soft, pink folds. "Fuck." I stood there for a long moment, just staring. She was perfect. The skin was so pale and smooth, glistening slightly in the dim light of the living room. My mouth went dry as I looked at her. I couldn't believe how beautiful she looked lying there, completely unaware of me.

By the time anyone figured out the truth, the damage would already be done. She leaned back, sipping wine, the screen's glow reflecting in her eyes. > “You wanted to play with fire, Serena? Let’s see how you handle the burn.” --- Damien’s Penthouse – Next Morning Neither of them had slept. Serena sat at the edge of the couch, blanket around her shoulders, scrolling in silence. Damien stood by the window, sleeves rolled up, shirt rumpled, his jaw clenched as he read headline after headline. > “FAKE LOVE: Serena Vale’s Rise Built on Lies”

Motion slow and languid, like wading through honey, she rocked side to side, clit numb yet sparking faintly with each pass. No explosive peaks left—only rolling waves, gentle contractions milking soft dribbles of arousal onto the already sodden fabric. Her hands roamed idly, one cupping a heavy tit to soothe the abraded nipple with feather-light strokes, the other tracing lazy patterns over her stretched pussy lips. *This is me now—pillow slut,* the thought settled comfortably, no shame, just acceptance. Dawn's first light filtered gray through the blinds by 5:30, painting her sweat-glistened skin in soft hues as the final, shuddering release washed over her—quiet, profound, leaving her curl

She stared for a second, then replied, “if it’s 500$, yes. But around 10,000 dollars? No baby. I can’t even afford my rent that’s why I’m living off two grown men. Plus, I’m taking care of a grown adult—Frank.” She leaned in and asked, “you’re being sold off? To who?” I faked a laugh. “Ha ha. That’s ridiculous. I said if, besides it’s for a novel I’m working on,” I said, trying to shake it off. She shrugged, “if you say so,” She wiped off her tears and stood up. “Let’s go,” she said. “Where?” I asked. “To the club.” She replied. Before I could respond, a message popped up on my phone. I clicked it and it was from an unknown ID. The message was a document, I opened it and my jaw dropped as I

But as it turned out, it was still about Nicole. "What? Does her crying make your heart ache? Or do you feel bad for her again? What do you want me to sacrifice this time so you can make her feel better?" Preston's expression darkened. "Fiona, there's nothing going on between us! You're being too harsh!" "You two changed my college applications and turned my three years of hard work and my score of 626 into nothing, and I'm the one being harsh? I have even harsher things to say, Preston Nolin. Want to hear them?"

Rode her faster, wetter, harder, while our soaking cunts kissed over and over again in a rhythm that felt like heaven and hell at once. And Jade? Jade was moaning like she was already unraveling. Like my pussy was ruining her. Like I was finally fucking her back. “Oh my God,” she whimpered, her voice breaking. “You’re so hot down there. So soft. I can feel every throb—every fucking pulse—you’re fucking perfect.” I moaned too. Because she was soaked. Slippery. Her pussy was flushed and twitching against mine, clit swollen and sensitive, lips sliding over mine like they were meant to fit together.