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I tried to stay quiet, but when he added a third finger, stretching me open, I shattered. “Daddy— Uncle— I’m cumming!” I cried. My pussy clenched violently around his fingers as I squirted hard, clear fluid gushing all over his hand, wrist, and the leather seat. I shook uncontrollably, eyes rolling back, soaking the car. Uncle Lucas kept fingering me through it, drawing out every spasm until I was a whimpering mess. “Such a messy little slut,” he praised, pulling his soaked fingers out and making me suck them clean. “We’re not even at the cinema yet.”

His grip on her chin tightened, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh until she could feel the imprint of each one. “Such a greedy little slut,” He murmured, his lips brushing against hers with every word, his breath mingling with hers. “Say it. Say you're my dirty little slut." "I.. I'm a dirty little slut'" She said, not even feeling ashamed. "My dirty little slut" He corrected huskily. "I'm your dirty little slut" “That’s right. But you're still not getting anything yet." His thumb traced the shape of her lower lip before slipping inside, pressing down on her tongue. “Let’s play a game, my dirty little slut.”

"I'm sorry I'm late, CeCe." The moment those words—sounding especially respectful and familiar—left Terrence's lips, the whole private room fell silent. Everyone's eyes widened, as if they couldn't believe what they'd just heard. After a brief silence, Vanessa suddenly burst into loud, shrill laughter. "CeCe? Oh my goodness, that's hilarious!" She pointed at me, her face full of disdain and contempt. "I knew it! How could a fresh graduate like you possibly land a client as tough as Gilla Group on your own? Turns out all you did was just climb into Mr. Kapowsky's bed!"

No way to clean this up in time. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK."

“Some stories, yeah. But they’re, um… dirty.” She leaned in a little closer. “I like a good dirty story. Ping them over to me will you when you get a chance?” Like hell I would. My next words were barely a whisper. “If I’m not fired and shamed all the way to Hell before the day is done.” She laughed out loud. “Even Mr Douglas isn’t going to fire you for writing some dirty fantasies. He can hardly be offended by a bit of filth. He’ll probably take a copy for later.”

Max smiles, “You build blanket forts, you tell jokes, you know how to ballroom dance.” “I don’t tell jokes,” I explain. “Chad said you do. Lucy told him some of the jokes. It made them laugh,” Max replies. Curious, he asks, “Could I hear one?” I shake my head, “It was corny jokes to cheer her up is all. It was, “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Things most kids hear on a playground.” Max looks disappointed. Taking a deep breath, I say, “A cheeseburger walks into a bar and orders a beer. The bartender says, “Sorry, we don’t serve food here”.”

I call it eliminating friction. We ate early. Burgers survived unburned; Jake gloated with his mouth full. Ava perched on the cooler and told a story about a client who wanted a logo “more purple” but couldn’t explain what that meant. The story wasn’t funny. I laughed anyway. It wasn’t the words, it was the way she fiddled with her thumbs, or set her drink exactly on a knot in the wood like it was a target only she could see. After dinner, Jake tried to wash dishes with cold water. I intervened. He accused me of micromanaging. Ava dried plates without streaks. “I like your system,” she said. Compliments should always be suspect. I kept hers anyway.

She said and the couple laughed it off, claiming that they understand "Mom, can we leave please?" Max spoke up in his deep sexy voice that was laced with annoy Immediately they left, "Olivia, how could you greet elders like that?" her mother a What worries them was how they could tell that Max was pi "I didn't come here to be greeting people. Moreover, I did say 'hi' to them." She said nonchala .. Immediately Max and his family settled down on their seat, "she's so beautiful." Emily sai "But was deprived of a brain. Grow up well, dear." Max rep

I was a good person. The next day was the wedding rehearsal, so I returned to the apartment early. When Gabriel came to pick me up, I had already composed myself, but he still noticed my puffy eyes. "Why are your eyes so red?" he asked, leaning down and gently kissing my eyelids. I forced myself to hold back the disgust and said, "I miss my parents." Gabriel smiled softly and squatted down to help me change shoes. "They must be happy for you, watching from above."

he laughs “it’s utterly childish, I wouldn’t want your opinion of me damaged by explaining the joke” “Oh well, now you have to say! Me and my friends have a rule that we can’t say that we have a story and then say at the same time that we can’t impart the story, it’s just cruel!” He seems to struggle, as if he was deciding whether I was someone who would take offence when told a dirty joke or a blonde joke. I don’t. I was raised by farmers, I’ve heard far worse. “Ok, well, it’s not particularly funny…”he pauses. “ I’ll tell you what, I’ll tell you our private joke after we’ve ordered the food.”