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"Gosh, this woman's such a bitch. She's the one finding a surrogate but lies and plays the victim." "I bet she made up the story about the mistress insulting her." "Begging for help with that attitude? What a shocker." "This woman livestreams at the mistress' neighborhood, saying the mistress is sleeping with the security. Luckily, he didn't let her in. Who knows what she'd do?" "Gentle reminder, this woman is the real mistress." That single comment sent ripples across the internet. Finally, someone revisited the original video. Everyone flooded the comments with insults, then went to Sabrina's profile to attack her.

Chichi's phone rings giving every one of them a scare, it's Nora calling to confirm her state and if the girls are all safely back, Tade collects the phone from Chichi "Hi babes, we are safe. At least we are all in my house and every door is locked" "Okay great, how about Chichi? She said she wants to talk about what happened, is she ready to talk or she needs us to give her more time?" Nora asks in a concerned voice as Tade puts the phone on speaker, Chichi blows her nose and replies softly "I never told you girls what brought me to Lagos ever since we met. I was running away from my past, a guy I dated years ago, who tortured and raped me, came to my home today, and it gave me the shock of

I then logged into her computer, her password was actually Kevin2000, duh, I'd been a Y2K baby, and searched everywhere. Unlike mine, which would have two-thirds of the computer full of p**n, she had none. Which is what I would have expected before last weekend. Yet, her search history was more interesting. This month she had been to the erotica site Literotica; she had also been on Pornhub, a lesbian site Girlsway, and a site called Naughty America. I learned she had subscriptions to the latter two, which explained why she didn't have any p**n hidden away on her computer... she could just watch it on the websites.

With my lingerie hugging my body seductively, I purposely dropped the bar of soap to the floor and slowly bent my body down, with slight movements, the hem of my lingerie raised to my thigh and they could see a little bit of my ass. I could hear the sound of their rampage on my live chat box, how they wanted me to give them more time to appreciate the view. But as a well-known tease, I stood immediately and sat on the corner of the bathtub, spreading my legs wide enough for them to see my inner thighs but not enough to see everything. I ignored their praises and complaints and playfully squeezed my boobs causing my nipples to go erect. This is my deepest secret. I live my nightlife as a woma

The ring light glows soft pink around my face, catching the sheen of sweat on my collarbones. My twin braids swing gently as I rock my hips, the tiny remote-controlled vibrator pressed snug against my clit buzzing on its lowest setting—just enough to keep me swollen and needy for the camera. The chat scrolls fast tonight. VirginPrincess22: touch your nipples for us, baby CollegeDaddy87: spread wider, let us see that pretty pink AnonymousWolf: $50 if you moan my name

She smiled, "wooow.. you know all that?" I sighed not trying to think about last night and me on my laptop going through these stupid lesbian groups on F******k. They were full of shitty narrow minded people who thought they were real lesbians because they didn't have kids or sleep with a man.. I looked at Meagan, "makes me wonder if they even know what a lesbian is? Coz they make it about sex and kids forgetting that we are females regardless of our sexuality and females pop out children." Meg laughed, "eat and preach at the same time..."

Headquarters for LunaTech, officially. I sank into my ridiculously expensive desk chair with a fresh coffee in hand, ready to bask in the glory of sealing the Wolfe deal. But first, a little distraction. I flipped open my laptop. Might as well see what fresh hell was trending.. and oh, buddy. It was a masterpiece. My screen was filled with it. Videos, screenshots and memes... the whole internet was having a field day and the top video had already racked up millions of views. I clicked play. There was Victoria, live on her stream, doing her glamour queen act. Smiling that fake tight smile, holding up some stupidly expensive highlighter.

"We’re not done." I smiled. "No." She reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a small bottle of lube and a slim, curved vibrator I hadn’t known she owned. My pulse kicked up again. She warmed a little of the lube between her fingers, then slicked the toy. She settled beside me and kissed me deeply while she guided the vibrator between my legs. The soft silicone nudged my entrance, then slid inside with a smooth push. She turned it on to a low, steady pulse and angled it so the curve pressed against that sensitive place inside me.

ARIA. I slammed the laptop shut after the stream ended, my thighs still sticky and my pulse hammering like I'd just run a marathon. The chat had been feral tonight—thousands tipping for the way I rode that thick glass dildo on camera, legs spread wide for the lens, moaning their usernames like prayers. "CumQueen69," they called me. I liked it. Craved it. The rush of strangers watching me fall apart never got old. But the money was drying up. Rent was due, and my regulars wanted more. Riskier shit. Public edges. I wasn't sure how much further I could push it alone in my tiny apartment without getting arrested or bored.

I stood up and walked over to the computer, booting up the livestreaming service. I took a deep breath before I started the livestream. The number of viewers immediately shot up to one million. Countless comments flooded the livestream, criticizing me. "Finally found the guts to start livestreaming again, huh?" "Did you know that someone taught your mother a lesson today? She got what she deserved." "That woman posted another video today. She said it'll be all your fault if she can't find her son in this lifetime." "You cold-blooded mutt! Get out of the livestreaming scene!"