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Only her. The world seemed to narrow instantly. Cami followed Ariana’s gaze. “Oh my God,” she shouted over the music. “What?” Ariana asked quickly, trying to stay calm. “That guy!” Ariana’s stomach flipped. Cami leaned closer. “He is ridiculously hot.” Of course she noticed. Anyone would. Cami kept staring. “Look at him,” she continued, half laughing. “He looks like he walked into the wrong building.” Ariana swallowed. Mateo hadn’t moved.

She raises her brow in disappointment. “Can I have the number?” I ask. “Sure,” she replies, dejected. Camilla disappears into the kitchen and my eyes flicker over to Rosh. What? She is sitting on one of the men’s laps, laughing out loud. I start to see red. Uncontrollable fucking red. Camilla comes back and passes me a card: BIG AL 0436990135

💦Shared Ride, Shared Heat💦 “Fuck, it’s hot tonight.” I fanned myself with my hand as I climbed into the back seat of the Uber Pool, the Miami night air thick and sticky even at 11:45 PM. My tight black mini dress clung to my curves, the hem riding high on my thighs from the movement. I had been out dancing with friends, but they’d paired off with guys at the club, leaving me to head back to my hotel alone.

"Fuck me baby, fuck my hot, tight ass. Give it to me hard, good and hard Fuck your dirty girl." Again he chuckled at her, obviously loving her dirty talk. She felt him spreading her ass cheeks, and knew he was watching his cock sliding in and out of her. "How does it look?" she gasped. "Do you like the way I'm stretched around your big dick?" "Oh yeah, you look so fucking hot," he growled. "Your tight hole spread so wide and your ass so red, I'm glad I've already filled you with cum twice tonight otherwise I'd be shooting my load right now," he grunted.

she said, obviously in anger. "Karma is a bitch" I said and heard a gunshot. "Ma'am, it's done," my men said. "Good, dispose of the body quietly. I'll send you the balance and compensation" I said and hung up. "Good riddance" I sighed, relaxing on the bed. "Xander, please take the next step so my plans can be accomplished" I laughed loudly. "What?" A voice screamed. It was a maid. "I'll go and tell Sir and Ma right now" she stupidly said.

With trembling fingers she reached for the hem of her rompers and reluctantly peeled them off her shoulders, her lips quivering in embarrassment as the peak of her bosom came into view. “Damn. Can't wait to see those perky tits.” Scarface groaned, unbuckling his belt with the gun pointed towards her. “Let's take her at once. That'll be so fucking hot.” The repairman suggested, his breath going ragged as he imitated Scarface's movement of bringing out their shafts. Screwing her eyes shut to snap out of the visceral images of their manhoods, tears trickled down her cheeks as her hands curled up against her fabric, refusing to let it go.

“Well… well, does it matter? I feel better having her suffer right here.” Pausing for a brief moment, Kim began “you need an heir, she can't give that to you.” Then pulling herself closely to his chest, perhaps the touch of her titties on his chest will make him reconsider this time. “why don’t you try that with me. I am young too.” Her alluring voice came to play as she intentionally pressed and brushed her hooters onto his chest. He smiled. “hmmm”. His cunny smile continued “hmm...”. Then his eyes narrowed while gazing at her calmly “hmm... you don’t understand what you ask for”.

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CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE: THE BIG MAN IS A VIRGIN BOY PT2 ALEX ——— She was scorching hot. And her walls gripped my finger so tight it made my whole body shudder like I’d never known before. I kept my gaze locked on her slick, pink heat as I drove my finger in and out, slow at first, then deeper, harder. Camille’s breath broke into soft moans as she arched off the couch, pushing against me, begging without words for more.

I'd better play it cool. “So, what’s everyone getting for supper tonight?” I said, opening the menu. “I heard their hot pot is really great here.” “I love hot pot,” Kimmy exclaimed. “We can share if you want. Get a bunch of different items.” “I’d like that, Kimmy,” I responded. “Hey, stop that adorable British charm on my girl,” Dante announced. “I was born in New Jersey,” I snickered. “I’m not your girl, Twerkley,” Kimmy giggled.