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"What if he wants to join, will you agree to it?" Lana looks at me, and doubt flickers in her eyes for some seconds. This it, she's going to tell him off. I start to relax in relief when all of a sudden she says. "Only if he's cute" I watch in absolute horror as Lana tucks her hair behind her ears and unzips Pierce's slacks, she tugs out his cock. She slides her plump lips down over the tip of his dick, her tongue swirls around and I watch her head bobs up and down slightly. He's so huge that she can barely fit even half of him in her mouth.

He wore a rather fine shirt with a pair of well-tailored trouser, he wanted to appear a bit formal, but did not want to overdress, so he browsed the internet looking for some outfit ideas for date, yes, it was rather sad, yet it was a good start for him anyway. Lana on the other hand was wearing a black V-neck blouse with a mid-length sleeve an above the knee pencil skirt. Her legs were covered in black pantyhose and she wore a gold strap black ankle boots to complete her look. She decided to go more neutral on her appearance while still altering her feature, choosing a pink-red lip instead of Scarlett red to prevent herself from appearing too old in comparison to Damian. She did not want to

Wife's Itchy Pussy I "I honestly don't think I can make it another twenty minutes in this car, Cole, because every time we hit a pothole it feels like a thousand stinging needles are dancing right on my clit and it’s making me want to jump out of my own skin," Lana said, her voice strained as she shifted her weight on the passenger seat and gripped the door handle until her knuckles turned white.

Lana's legs tremble as they meet the solid ground, and she instinctively holds onto him for support. “Was I too rough?” He inquires a hint of guilt in his deep commanding voice before lifting her into his arms. “No, you were not,” she asserts firmly, her face nestled into his chest. Alpha Damon's dick jerks in response to her gentle admission. “Do you like it?” He asks, and Lana nods. “How much do you like being fucked like that?” She raises her head to look at him, a blush spreading across her face as she giggles. “On a scale of 10?”

Miss Lana Thomas was really beautiful, but she was very strict too. The dozens of photos taken from different angles did indeed perfectly show off her body figure. What did Giselle want? What was with all those pictures of Lana? Sh*t! While Darryl was looking at those pictures, a few people around him saw those pictures too which resulted in Kent shouting, “Come quickly! Darryl is looking at pictures of hot chicks, haha. That’s so disgusting, please at least do it privately!”

Less than two hours later, Lana was completely dressed. She looked unrecognizable. Outstanding makeup, a pale red ball gown with black gloves that stopped around her elbow. Kamala made her makeup a bit bold with equally red lipstick and smoky eyeshadows. To add finishing touches, she chose a diamond-encrusted necklace with a round cutout pendant that had a red stone in the middle. Lana still wore Tyler's bracelet under the gloves.

I was still not ready to accept the fact that Silvio wanted to marry me, at lunchtime when I woke up from my deep slumber, two stylish women about my age—show up. Dante was standing outside the door, with them behind him. “They are here for your measurements.” He spoke, motioning to the petite woman standing beside him with pale blonde hair and deep red lips. “She is Lana Serano. Your wedding planner.” My veins ran cold, but I still managed to smile. Lana, the woman I presumed to be quite attractive, returned the smile, and her crooked teeth added a distinctive touch to her appearance.

By the time I returned to my private wing, I was already weary and my mind tangled in too many threads. What I didn’t expect was the vixen lounging half-naked on top of my piano. She reclined across the polished surface as though she owned it with wine glass in one hand, her crimson robe slipping just far enough to make her intent clear. Her long legs crossed elegantly, and her eyes were sharp, smoky, dangerous and locked onto mine. “Dante,” she purred, her voice as smooth as the velvet cushions she rested on. I exhaled slowly. “Not today, Lana.”

When she smiles and winks at Axe, her red lipstick makes her teeth seem whiter. “I’m Lana, I’ll be your sex coach today. What are we looking for tonight? We’re here to spice up your sex life!” she continues. “Oh no no, we are not ----” I start to say. Axel pulls me close, interrupting my words. “That’s exactly what we are here for, Lana. Could you make any recommendations for door jam swing restraint and, um, rabbit dildos for my wife here?” he asks. I glare at him. I want to shove him, to shut him down, but his grip around my body is so strong, I can barely move.

“I don’t want your excuses. I saw everything with my own eyes. You were in my apartment, in my bed, with another girl. We’re done. Completely done!” He reached out and grabbed my wrist tightly, refusing to let go. “Cassy, I still love you. I want us back. Give me another chance. I’ll prove I’ve changed. Please.” His grip was painful. I tried to yank my arm free. “Let me go, Jake!” Before he could say anything else, loud voices and laughter echoed from the main entrance. I turned my head instinctively. Damon had just walked in with a stunningly beautiful woman. She was tall, with long silky hair, flawless makeup, and endless legs. I recognized her immediately—Lila Kane, the famous internation