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“Hold off. I’m so close, baby.” Just before Laila could give me permission to come, the door opened. Completely dressed again in his suit, Constantino stepped into the room. Instead of paying any attention to his wife, he walked over to me and pulled the vibrator out of my pussy before I had the chance to come again. He stepped to the side of me, so Laila could see everything that he was doing to me, then placed his fingers against my aching clit. My legs jerked into the air, my pussy clenching on nothingness and feeling so empty.

Before I could even process what the message was even about, another bubble popped up—a video file. I hesitated for a second, then tapped it. The screen filled with the garish colors of some tropical set—bright flowers, palm leaves, fake tiki torches. A large banner read HAWAII LOVE HUNT – Valentine’s Day Special. And in the middle of the screen… was Charlotte dressed very provocatively and talking about her sex life. And how she opened an Onlyfans. I saw men lined up with balloons each one popped after her introduction. The camera panned down—lingering on her body in a way that made my stomach twist.

If anything, the naughty woman is more turned on by the thought of her panties in my pocket. I run my hand up her thigh and finally pull the toy out, earning a moan from Kira. She look so beautiful, eager for me to fuck her. I spread her legs and crouch between them, devouring her with my tongue. Kira’s pussy is already sensitive from being on edge for so long, it merely takes a few licks for her to explode on my tongue.

“Please please please, I need, fuck me, FUCK ME, I’m your stepsister and I’m begging you to ruin me, please, the camera’s watching, your fans are watching, breed me, USE ME—” Knox pulls Kai back. Takes his place. His cock nudges my entrance— identical, thick, leaking, and gives me the same shallow teasing. Just the head. In and out. While Kai moves to my chest and bites my clamped nipple through the metal, teeth closing around the clamp and tugging with his mouth, and the sharp, screaming sensation breaks the last of me. “YES, oh god, please, BREED ME, breed your stepsister live on OnlyFans, I need your cocks, BOTH of them, I’ll take everything, PLEASE LET ME CUM—”

Martins sighed . “ I have every right to worry about my daughter , So tell me …” “ I will tell you because you deserve to know , Better still… Here , Watch it” Madam Katie browsed through the net and saw a video of Leah screaming and crying in the coffin. My fake body was all over the internet. The video was trending on TikTok and it was on Nelly’s page, she was using my daughter’s pain for content on her page .

To deal with my frustration, I decided to stick to my usual routine. Back in England, after every uninspiring night with Heather, I’d pull out my phone and log into OnlyFans to watch my favorite creator, Regina Khalifa. She was an anonymous superstar, always wearing a signature blonde wig with pink stripes and a signature white pantomime mask. She was known for her incredible curves and a voice that could make a man lose control in seconds. I stood up, suddenly needing a bottle of water and some air. I crept out into the hallway, my footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. As I passed a bedroom, I heard it. A muffled, rhythmic sound.

I could see it in her face as Alpha Marcus announced that his son, Mike, had finally found his mate. I wanted to stand up and scream that the girl wasn’t Mike’s mate, but I can’t. It isn’t acceptable for someone like me to stand up against Alpha Marcus. Now Katelyn could do it, but I know she won’t. She has kept the identity of her mate a secret from everyone except me for the last two years. She only had a couple more months before Mike turns 18 and he would then be able to find his mate on his own. However, that all has come crashing down in an instance.

“I stopped fighting it weeks ago. The shame makes me cum harder. The cameras… the eyes… they make me feel alive.” The next morning, they made their decision. No more shared control with the Blackthorns. No more family oversight. They launched their own independent platform: “Kane Sisters Only” — a private, extremely expensive OnlyFans-style site where subscribers paid premium prices to watch the sisters destroy themselves on their own terms. Their first solo stream was titled “Older Men Wanted.” They posted the invitation publicly: “Mature, depraved gentlemen 55+. The younger the cock, the less we want it. Come break the Kane sisters properly.”

“No! I mean— yes, food, great— but first I have to show you something.” He raised a brow. “What?” “Just come with me, okay?” I didn’t wait for an answer. I grabbed his hand, tugged him up like an overexcited puppy, and ran. I led him all the way to my room and practically threw him into my chair while I booted up the screen. With a grin I couldn’t hold back, I clicked open the file labeled: “VANE: Deluxe Fuckboy Edition 🗃️💣” “I got everything.” I said breathlessly. “The DMs, the sketchy payments, the burner accounts, crypto trails, hotel logs, secret OnlyFans subscriptions— everything.”