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Her white shirt clung onto her little body and her midnight blue skirt didn't try to hide her exquisite curves, this I noticed when she moved to press her floor on the button. She has a nice ass I must admit and as I watched it move before me, my hand sting with the thought of spanking it, it will really feel good. I stopped my thought, what the hell is wrong with me? I hardly think about a woman like this. All I have always known is that when I'm horny, my assistant Jake arranges one for me in a hotel and she is paid once I leave the room. She has no right to act like she knows me when she sees me or even dare to call my line, none of them has it anyway. So this really is a first.

''' I tried to beg. ''''Why??? I want this now and what's the problem wifey??? You don't get satisfied with my performance??? Oh I can understand. Last night I was too tired but don't worry I had a good night sleep and now after this much heavy breakfast I think my energy is enough till the night. So don't worry it would be a pleasure for you too.'''' ''''I don't want this. Please. You can't force me.'''' ''''I am not forcing you darling. I am just enjoying your sexy curves. I hadn't done anything. Come on. Don't be so nervous. ''''

Who knows if I'll ever feel that horny enough from missing Caelum's cock to fuck myself with my fingers on screen for my viewers but they will see me strip and model my lingerie for a bit longer. I know it's not parse the goals I agreed upon, but it's a step towards breaking free from this whole chaotic current life. In my future life, there's no stripper, no sex worker, and best of all, no Caelum. I drink to that, emptying my wine glass. The TV is still playing the cartoon Layla is obsessed with, I reach for the remote control, quickly putting on a more age appropriate movie, a classic, the notebook.

He'd noticed the gentle curve of her body under the flowing garments she wore and wondered what she was hiding. Now he knew. Curvy was a tame word. She had that hourglass figure with proportions that should be illegal. He carefully rearranged her legs so he could push up. Even that movement was uncomfortable considering how fucking hard he was. Diha's eyes remained closed. She was breathing deeply though she had released her death grip on the comforter.

“This is what you do to me, Nate…” “Fuck,” I groaned, stroking faster. I recorded my own and sent it with the message: This is yours. Come get it whenever you want. We kept texting, teasing, describing exactly what we’d do to each other next time. I came hard, groaning her name but it wasn’t enough. Jerking off to her video didn’t compare to being buried inside her. This obsession was getting dangerous. Heather was already suspicious. One wrong move and everything could blow up.

The doctor complimented as he smiled brashly at them. “I will soon be a mother??”. Ruth asked as she placed her hands on her small baby bump, tears brimming in her eyes,a look of disappointment crossed through her mother's face as she glare at her coldly!.

The pace of the vibrator increased, the hum intensifying. “Ohhh—fuck—” A soft thump as she arched back against the stall. “He should be bending me over his desk, not looking at her like that—” Her breath came in ragged pants now, her moans slipping past her lips faster, sharper. “Ahhh—ahh—fuck, I’m so close—” I squeezed my eyes shut, my nails digging into my palms. This wasn’t just jealousy. This was obsession. And it was spiraling into something dangerous.

This one had blonde hair, she was wearing a body con dress that hugged her body perfectly, showcasing her nice curves. She crossed her hands on her chest as she gave me a nasty look. Why is every girl I meet here so cunty? “And who are you? What the hell are you doing here?” She said with so much attitude while looking at me up and down. My fists balled beside me as I struggled not to punch her. This bitch, does she think I'm one of the maids? “That's none of your business.” I heard Archer's deep voice echo. We both turned to the source of the voice.

It was an exclusive world-class jewelry box, crafted from exotic woods, adorned with precious metals and gemstones, featuring intricate detailing and secure compartments, epitomizing luxury and elegance. Benjamin stood and opened the box gently, as if his heart lay within. Inside lay a heart-stopping piece of jewelry. In the club’s ambient light, the diamonds gleamed—a flawless, mammoth diamond cradled by delicate platinum filigree, encircled by smaller diamonds that shimmered like stars. Its design was a testament to opulence and intrigue in high society and secrets. “OMG, I didn’t know you had this in your collection. If you had told me, I would’ve bought it for my wife.” This was Daniel,

he whispered, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass. Anya laughed softly, her body still tingling, knowing this was only the start of her dirty obsession, a spiral of lust that would consume her entirely. She dressed slowly, leaving the motel with weak legs and a belly full of cum, returning home where Pedro was sleeping, unaware of everything. But in the car, she touched herself again, reliving every moment, cumming one last time before arriving, the taste of cigarettes and sex on her mouth. The obsession only grew, and she could hardly wait for the next encounter.