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Damien commanded, his voice low and his eyes filled with dark need. My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall to the floor, then my bra, my full breasts spilling free, my nipples hard and aching. I pushed my skirt and panties down my legs, then stepped out of them. The cool air kissed my bare skin as I clasped my hands. My nipples were pointing forward and completely exposed. Damien circled me slowly. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch; lingering on my breasts and hips.

Jenny is already wearing her proud clothes, she is wearing a black mini dress with a thigh length, which had Sabrina sleeves that made her cleavage look perfect. She uses a fishnet of the same color, she lets her curls down… Makes her look like a sex goddess! With irresistible charm. Yes.. she is a woman on a mission. Reggy.. is the victim of her seduction today. If it's really needed, she doesn't mind sleeping with that guy... After all, she's tired of using her dildo. She needs the original.

damien : are you the one who planned attack on srinithi Jennifer : obviously its me damien : I told you not to hurt her Jennifer : I also told you to make her yours as soon as possible because you know about me I hate when someone takes what is mine damien : if you love him settle with him what this little girl done Jennifer : I don't care about anything I just want him if you want her to be safe protect her by taking her away from him as long as she is with him I don't mind killing her anytime because don is mine I killed every girl who entered in his life but this girl is escaping always damien : your stupid attempt harmed don Jennifer : I know it made my anger more and more damien : jenni

Drake asked him in a challenging tone. “ Ian Evans doesn't appreciate a no in answer. Since you're daring enough to challenge me, I'm willing enough to take it up. So let's get to the business... Regarding your artwork, it clearly speaks about the story of a woman. A woman, who wants to fly and shine with her own colours but held back by the society and people around her. Your rough line shows the roughness of the path she chose. She has uncountable colours inside her with which she can paint her own life story but her hands are tied with chains of thoughts by others. She has an invisible tear in her eyes but she decided to put her brave front to the world with her smile. You want to show th

My knees were shaking so hard I thought I might collapse right onto the floor. "Damien, please... I’m going to—" "Not yet," he commanded, his voice muffled against my inner thigh. He pulled away just as I reached the very edge of a scream. "Get on the couch. Lay on your back." I was so desperate and frustrated I didn't even think to argue. I scrambled onto the leather sofa, the cool material a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from my skin. Damien stood up and quickly shed the rest of his clothes. Seeing him standing there completely naked was enough to make my breath hitch; he was all hard muscle and raw power. He reached for the vibrator on the side table, clicking it onto a low, hummin

I whispered, already growing wet from his touch. Damien hummed in approval and guided me deeper into the gallery. In the next room, a series of large erotic photographs hung under soft spotlights naked bodies in elegant, provocative poses. He stopped me in front of one showing a woman on her knees, looking up at her lover with pure surrender. “Reminds me of you,” he growled, pressing his growing erection against my ass. “On your knees for Daddy, eyes wide and hungry.” His fingers slipped under my dress and found me bare and slick. He circled my clit slowly while we stood there, surrounded by millions of dollars in art.

But she’s dripping for me. We started the tour. In every room Damien kept complimenting her. “You have such a beautiful form, Lila. Have you ever modeled nude?” She shook her head, cheeks burning. I pulled her closer, letting my hand slip inside her robe to stroke her bare hip. In the main studio, I sat on the wide leather chair and pulled Lila onto my lap. My hard cock pressed against her ass through the robe. Damien sat across from us, eyes hungry. “Show Damien how well you’ve learned to pose for me,” I said calmly.

Pride pushed me forward before doubt could stop me and I opened the door. And froze. The room was dark, intimate, heavy with something I didn’t have a name for yet. Damien stood near the center, relaxed with his hands in his pockets, perfectly composed—fully clothed, unbothered. He had his back to me, but I knew he was the one. But that wasn’t what made me freeze. In front of him was a woman. Stark naked and on her knees. She had a gag in her mouth and a running vibrator deep inside her.

Damien kicked off his boots and unbuckled his belt as he crossed the room. "Are you trying to seduce me?" Damien asked as he leaned against the open bathroom door. "Maybe," purred his wife. She sat in the hot water. One leg was lifted out of the bath, glistening in the candle light. Her red hair fanned about about her head and the tops of her breasts just rose over the water. Chanel perfumed the air. Damien didn't think of the woman on the plane. Abigail leaned back, her breasts cresting the surface of the water. Her nipples were pink, hard, and inviting. Abigail's toe curled as she let out a sensuous moan. Damien's cock hardened in his pants as he admired his wife's beauty.

I'm so ready for my mates. Damien pulls me towards the bed, grabs my right leg gently placing it on the edge of the bed, exposing my vagina and bu*t to them. “We are going to try something new today love, tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable.” He says, I nod. Even in my standing position, they are still towering over me. Damien picks some jelly bottle from the beside table, pours some into his palm and gently starts rubbing it between my butt cheeks. It's cold at first, but his hands bring warmness almost immediately.