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Meanwhile, news of Liam spending two hours bedding all the women in Dancing Dryad began to circulate. The source? Lily's Facebook. In less than a day, the news had spread like wildfire throughout Gilsbury. Someone even started a discussion thread on a well-known gossip website about Liam's extraordinary feat. In less than half an hour, over ten thousand users had joined the discussion. It was well known that Liam had a domineering personality. But they were all curious. How could he be so domineering in bed as well? "I guess rich people have good kidneys." "I suspect a certain part of his body is made of stone."

Florentine said. "What could be more fun than spilling some tea?" I dared. I was getting the fun out this whole secrecy. I mean all three men were damn gorgeous. I couldn't really blame Thea for feeling attracted to Angel and I wouldn't be surprised if Camilo felt same towards Caspian. "What about you Cassie? Any love interest at the moment." Fuck! Florentine outdid me. While I was trying to catch some fun hearing the girls tea's I forget I had my own secret to keep.

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I'm Joyce, a 42-year-old housewife, and I have a secret. No, I'm not having an affair or embezzling money from my husband's company. My secret is that I'm a hotwife. I love fucking strangers. The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of the forbidden, it sets my pussy on fire like nothing else. It all started a few years ago. My husband, Mark, and I had been married for over a decade, and our sex life had become routine. We'd fuck on weekends, missionary style, with the lights off. It was functional, but it wasn't exciting. I craved more.

When we came back to the den they would take me right there on the grass outside, all five of them, knots locking, teeth sinking in, cum filling me until I could barely walk. One evening the heat came back stronger than usual. I dropped to my knees in the middle of the den and begged without shame. The pack surrounded me instantly. Thorne lifted me and impaled me on his cock while Jax pushed into my ass. The others took my mouth and hands. They fucked me for hours under the firelight, knots swelling and popping, blood shared from fresh bites, my screams echoing off the walls. I lost count of how many loads they pumped into me. My belly felt full and heavy. My skin glowed with sweat and cum a

"Well, if Alexander Knight is dating you now, and he dated this Katherine before, maybe she's also just a normal person who caught his eye. In which case, she won't be in the spotlight, but someone might have mentioned her in these gossip circles." I wanted to correct her, to explain that Alexander and I weren't actually dating, that we had an agreement, a contract with a clear expiration date, but the words just wouldn't come out, sticking stubbornly in my throat instead. "Just try looking for Katherine," I said instead. Hazel switched to a server called "Billionaire Bedroom Tales" and typed in a new search. "This is where the juiciest stuff gets posted," she explained, scrolling through me

There was something dangerously beautiful about being wanted in plain sight. Talia had lived her life in well-tailored clothes and carefully crafted smiles, always polished, always predictable. But now, she wore lust like a second skin. It hummed beneath her surface when Cameron entered a room. It buzzed in her veins when his fingers brushed hers while passing a file. It burned down her spine when she caught him watching her lips while she spoke to her husband. Their secret affair had grown bolder, unrestrained, and recklessly hungry. They fucked wherever they could. In the garage. In her bathroom with the water still running. Against the wall outside Richard’s study while he talked numbers

CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT: FATHER’S LOSS CHRISTIAN ——— “AFTER ACCUSING AN INNOCENT CO-WORKER OF DESTROYING HER MARRIAGE, ESTRANGED WIFE OF HOLLYWOOD DIRECTOR CHUCK GILBERT IS RUMORED TO BE HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH FLUX STUDIO HEAD, CHRISTIAN GALLO. MAYBE THE OLD SAYING IS TRUE: ACCUSERS ARE OFTEN THE GUILTY ONES.” Signed, Everybody Loves Patricia.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”