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If it was to be one of my slave's I would rip her skin off her bones with the anger burning inside me. "Jessica?". I called in disbelief as I sat up on the bed. I monitored the step she took towards me. She paused and glanced at me with a grin on her face. "I knew you would come back". I said inaudibly as her hands went down to her robe. She loosened it and it dropped to the ground, revealing her in the transparent white dress . Her boobs and pointed nipples were on display which suddenly turned me on. I admired the silittehouse of her sexy curves through the dress, she was looking so hot. My cock twitched painfully as she joined me on the bed. She laid beside me like a true submissive, star

“Says the girl with ten shopping bags and counting.” As we entered another store, Jessy suddenly stopped in her tracks. Her eyes widened like she’d just discovered treasure. “Oh… my… god…” she whispered theatrically, grabbing a hanger off the rack. “Haven. You HAVE to try this on.” I followed her gaze and instantly recoiled. “Nope. Absolutely not.” She held up the outfit for me to see. It was… well… barely anything. A red lace teddy with sheer panels, plunging neckline, and strategically placed ribbons. It was the kind of lingerie that screamed ‘I-have-sinful-intentions-tonight’.

“Please. If Stefan​ showe‌d up and ask‌e‍d you to d⁠inner, you’d alre​ady​ be dressed.” Jessica smiled. “Fair.” Jessica laughed. “You told me to step out of my com⁠fort zone. Now we’re bot​h doing it.” H​er phone rang. She grabb⁠ed it. A‍lex⁠. “Oh—here,” she sai‌d, tossing a sequin dress a​t Jessica. “W‍ear that.” ​ ​“Does it come wi‌th pants?‍” Jess​ica aske‍d.

When I turned, it was Jessica. Of course. This bitch has been trying for so long to get inside my pants even before Aveline showed up. Well, she's in luck because right now, anything will do. “I know you’re stressed,” she purred, stepping closer. “Let me help you forget.” Her fingers trailed down my abs, slipping under the hem of my tank top, then tugged at the strings of my shorts. She turned, pressing her back against me and sliding her body slowly down and up against my crotch.

Matt lets his gaze travel down that V-neck, noting the way the silk hitches over her heavy curves and ass as she shifts her weight. "Trust me," Jessica says, leaning in until he can see the faint shimmer of sweat on her collarbone. "I’m an expert on things that kick.”

No more hiding, no more quick fucks in the shadows. Just us, her body under mine on a sun-drenched beach, my big cock filling her as she screamed my name to the waves. I could see it: Jessy in a tiny bikini, her curves on display, me pinning her to the sand, thrusting slow and deep while she whispered, "Harder, Daddy—make me your whore." The idea stirred me, my cock twitching in my pants as I imagined breeding her under foreign stars, her pussy milking every drop.

It was missing, and I felt my skin was tight, my blood too thin. "Still awaiting a rescue, little Omega?” It was a voice as smooth as silk rubbing on a knife. I did not have to turn around to realize that it was Vanya. She was standing in the door, wrapped in furs which must have cost as much as my stepfather was worth. She was fair, and smelled--sweet lilies and metal--and it would not go well with the sea salt of my own. “You look pathetic, Jessica,” I mused, going into the cell. The orange glow reflected the wicked gleam in her eyes. “Deprived of your rogue defenders, trembling in a cage. It almost fills me with pity towards you. Almost."

The capital was peaceful tonight, its commercial veins flowing smoothly under the quiet guidance of Jessica’s algorithm. The sound of the glass doors sliding open made me turn my head. Jessica stepped onto the terrace, wearing a simple, flowing white silk robe, her dark hair falling down her back in soft, natural waves. She looked completely relaxed, her face bare of makeup, her eyes reflecting the silver light of the crescent moon above. She didn't say a word; she simply walked straight into my frame, her arms wrapping around my waist as she buried her face against my bare chest.

"That's it. Take it. You look so perfect like this, on your knees for us." Nyssa inserted a third finger, stretching her beautifully, the hard, rapid movement a contrast to Zorvath’s subdued movements. "She's going to cum," Nyssa stated, her voice a throb against Jessa's moist, throbbing clit. "She's going to cum off my fingers in her cunt and your cock in her mouth. Isn't she, Jessa? She's that hungry for us."

"Oh? Seeing your expression like that, I'm even more sure that I took your virginity. Right, isn't it?" "I've been with women, but not like this." The girl, Jesslyn Rasopati, chuckled softly. She shook her head while ruffling her hair, causing certain parts of her front to become more visible. Especially her well-defined chest, teasingly moving as if mocking Kenzo. "No wonder," Jess playfully pulled back her blanket, revealing her bare body. No, she didn't intend to, but she was struggling to find the scattered pieces of her clothing. It was either her or the guy who had thrown them somewhere.