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Genna is my favorite slut, I call her and she comes, her calling me wasn't part of the agreement. "What do you want?" I asked getting angry already "So it's true?" She said "What's true?" I asked "Oh please don't deny it. It's true that you and that bimbo are dating huh. You guys are just pretending to hate each other. Let me make this crystal clear, you are my man and always will be. No stupid bitch can come between us and if they want to" she paused then continued, "I'll remove them from the picture" "I don't get…" She ended the call before I could finish speaking.

I try to ignore their eyes and take my position on the barre. “Gigi, there you are!” Cleo appears behind me in white leotards, white tights and pink leg warmers. She is holding a water bottle and one of her yellow sweaters in her hand. Her face is heavily made up: dark mascara highlighting her naturally thick lashes, eye liner giving her the cat-eye look, blood red lipstick on her pouty lips and fake blush on her cheeks. It makes me painfully conscious of my own bare face. “You look different,” she tells me as she tilts her head and stares at me through narrowed eyes. “I thought you were never coming back,” she says, an attempt at a joke. “How do I look different?” I force myself to ask even

She shook herself from her reverie to find Lincoln Harris standing in front of her with an expectant smile. Dancing with him was last on her list of things she wanted to do. Just being with him gave her a headache. She didn't like the man. The fact that he was handsome in a classical sense and kept himself in top condition didn't offset his personality. He was egotistical, self-involved and arrogant.

Gigi made her way to the cupboard and took out two cups. "Make it three," Calhoun ordered. Gigi gulped. Three? For what? "Also, bring two more spoons from there." Gigi couldn't disobey so she did as she was told. She placed them on the table. She was about to leave. "Where to? Come on, dine with me." Calhoun stated. "Dine with me." Gigi's smile faltered. She also couldn't drink it. She had a bad tolerance for sexual urges. She had rejected her mate since she loved Calhoun and only wanted him.

Chapter 9: Is It Hot In Here Or Is It Just Me? "Hi Gigi, come in if you want, I was about to leave" Liz casually opened the door to invite her in. She looked especially hot that night and Gigi stood where she was completely breathless. Liz was wearing a really short lilac dress and her usual Dr. Martens. Hot, hot, hot. Even though Gigi was shaken by seeing Liz again so soon, she decided to come in, she couldn't run away from her, not even in those little situations, Liz was just so magnetic.

Then, Gigi said impatiently, "What does it have to do with you whether or not I come out of the water? Get out of here, now. I'll tell my master that you were spying on us if you don't. "I don't think you, the head of the Elixir Sector, would want people to hear that, would you? You'd be gone from the Pure Yang Division before you could blink twice." Gigi usually only spent about an hour at the hot spring. She was already ready to get out when Darryl got there. Yet, at the sight of him, her annoyance grew, and she changed her mind about leaving. After all, that pervert had gotten a whole eyeful when she was still in the water. Would he not have seen everything if she were to get out of the w

He doesn’t make her cum, but it’s definitely a good fucking. He grab some tissues from the bedside table and wipe up her pussy he fûck her for some minutes before calling another girl He decides to change things up and rolls her onto her stomach. He position her in a Doggystyle position. Derrick guy runs his hand along her ass before grabbing his cock and slotting it at her opening. Gripping her hips, he buries himself to the hilt in one thrust. “Yes!” the lady hiss as she toss her head back, causing her raven hair to cascade down her bare back.

Gigi yelled. I pulled out, lifted her onto the marble bar, then climbed up myself. I laid on my back, cock pointing straight up like a pole. Gigi rubbed her soaked pussy, squatted down, and sank her tight asshole onto my dick. Mary filmed from the side as Gigi rode me faster, her huge tits bouncing. I grabbed them and sucked hard on her fat nipples.

Yeah. That feels good. That feels very fucking good. Heat coils low in my gut as he strokes and sucks with practiced precision. His mouth is hot and skilled, tongue working the sensitive spot just below the tip. My cock hardens fast, thickening against his tongue, veins pressing against the inside of his cheeks. I grip his hair and push deeper. He gags once. Shakes. Can’t handle my full length. I hold him there for three seconds—let him feel what it means to choke on me—before pulling back. He coughs once, gasping for air, but gets right back to work like the good little whore he is.