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"That voice … that voice ….' Melati sat up while squeezing her hair tightly. The echoing laughter reminded her of something that happened in the past. Something she still couldn't forget until now. Flashback 'You are mine …!' 'I've paid a heavy price to fuck you...!' 'Don't argue! And follow my game...! Ha ha ha …!' The man kept slapping Melati's cheek until she was in pain and helpless. For some unknown number of times, the leather belt pierced his defenseless back. Melati is in pain … helpless … alone! Flashback off Melati's body shook violently, cold sweat began to trickle from her body. While biting her nails, Melati felt an extraordinary fear. Melati was about to stand up to reach the c

"Do you even know what it really means to like someone? To like someone means you wouldn't want to see that person get hurt in any way." "Do you know why I feel even more shitty about all of these? It's because I was the one who literally pushed her out to go on that fucking date with you. My Beatrice didn't want to leave her bed but I made her know that there was no harm in going for a friendly date." "She came all the way to meet with you and this is what you made her go through?" "I feel so stupid that I even encouraged her to come meet with you." "Even though you are very much interested in a woman, there's nothing more disgusting than forcing yourself on her. Now that you've belittled y

I bit my bottom lip hard when I received a hard slap on my butt cheek. "You're not going anywhere, Atasha. We're not yet finished. I am not yet done," he emphasized the last sentence and slapped the other cheek of my sitter again. "I told you. I will not stop until you cannot walk." My eyes widened, but they quickly rolled back when I felt Zachary entered from behind. "Spread your legs wider, Atasha," he commanded, and he started thrusting mercilessly.

"Vivian, don't make me do this. If you don't kneel, you can kiss your legs goodbye." The bodyguards closed in, grabbed my shoulders and forced me down. I struggled wildly. My hair came undone, making me look like a madwoman. Crack. My knees slammed onto the floor, shards of glass digging into my flesh. Blood instantly stained the white fabric of my dress, the pain seeping deep. But I didn't cry out. I continued to glare at Lorenzo. "Enough!" Just as I was being forced to bow, an elderly figure rushed forward. It was Uncle Carl.

James stood with his back straight as he instructed the doctors. "I know you care about this face a lot. I wonder how you'll live if you don't look like that," he told Barbara. Then, he pulled up a photograph on his phone and told the doctors, "Make her look like this." He grabbed Barbara by the neck. "You're not going to have any anesthesia, so just endure the pain." Under James' instruction, the doctors cut Barbara's face tremblingly.

I pushed him and tried to escape from him, and I am not ready for this kind of situation, “N-no…w-what are you doing?” “I am not doing anything…I will not force you if you don’t wnat to.” I sighed in relief and bit my lower lip, “Then stop making me feel uncomfortable….”

My waist also moved around the impact. How can it not be loose? Just finished with Om Dean's big rod, he immediately stabbed it. I've been taking turns since then. I didn't even count the hours we had passed. "Your dick isn't big enough, you bastard!" I laughed at his efforts to keep digging for pleasure by torturing my body with a lot of bites. "Funny, huh?" The glare I got from Satya led to an order. "Turn over!" Not a request. He forced me onto my back, supporting myself on my knees and elbows. His camera must have recorded the cum that oozed out of my hole in this position. It was a flood. So much that it runs down my thighs and soaks into the already damp sheets.

I hesitated to sit on his face. "Sit", he ordered. I didn't move an inch. He pulled me down by my waist. "I'm heavy. I may suffocate you", I stammered while trying to move away from him. He held me tight and did not let me move. "Sit", he commanded in strong tone. I gave up on my struggle and sat on his face. His tongue entered my hole. Slowly his pace increased. I started grinding my lips and trying my best to not suffocate him. His naughty stubble tickling my inner thigh. He added his fingers setting me on fire.

The sounds flew out of my mouth as I gasped for air. "You're doing very well." Florian rubbed his fingers in circles around my bottom, brushing gently, but I stiffened again, kicking out my legs. "Keep in position." I held my breath once again, cinching my eyes closed as the whooshing sound occurred again. And again. With every hard smack across my bottom, I jumped, my legs kicking involuntarily. I wiggled to the point Florian was forced to push his hand against my lower back, simply to keep me in position. He issued another two, one coming after the other and I thought I was going to jump out of my skin. "No. I'll be good."

This chair is specially bought for me, where she can sit on my body, face or anywhere she pleases and enjoy my body. "Get your tongue out... " she said and I know what is coming next... she sat down on my face and held my shoulders as support and I kept my tongue out which got as per habit deep inside her pussy. I need to make her cum fast so she can sit down properly... gosh this girl can do anything for an orgasm... she started rubbing faster on my tongue... I also tried my best then she completely sat on my face as she got tired and my tongue was deep inside and she sighed... I couldn't breathe... but I knew she needed rest... when I was about to tap on the side she stood up...