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Shun Yu was a famous lesbian businessman, she knows how to manipulate people but most of all she owns an LGBT Society that Tolerates Lesbian Slave bidding for Rich lesbians. 'Are you willing to be my slave??..' Shun Yu's Famous line is that even if you are not, a poor woman but you are willing to be on her manipulating touch and cold husky voice. Welcome to the World Of slavery if you are willing you can enter but if your not, YOU CAN LEAVE.

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“On your knees where you belong. All that quiet attitude and you’re just another slut for my cock.” His words should have angered me. Instead they sent heat pooling low in my belly. I moaned around him, and Damien cursed, his grip tightening. “Keep making those sounds and I won’t last.” I sucked harder, swirling my tongue, letting him use my mouth. The basement filled with wet sounds and his heavy breathing. My own erection strained painfully against my jeans, humiliating and undeniable. Damien’s thrusts grew erratic. “Look at me,” he ordered. I lifted my eyes. Our gazes locked, and something raw passed between us. Hate. Need. Years of tension exploding in this one forbidden moment.

Now I was twenty-eight, broke, and desperate enough to work in a place like this. Lexi told me about Velvet Dominion three weeks ago. An elite underground BDSM club where the richest people in Lagos came to fuck and dominate in total secrecy. The money was insane if you let them play with your body. I cried the first time she said it. Then I cried again when the power company threatened to disconnect my light. So here I was. The stairs went down deep. The air grew thicker with every step,perfume, sweat, pussy, and that sharp smell of leather. Madam Elara waited for me at the bottom. Sharp cheekbones, red lips, black dress that looked painted on.

mixed with David’s ragged breathing. After several minutes of relentless deepthroating, Elena pulled off and spun around on her knees to face him once more. She rose slightly, pushing him back into his leather chair until he was fully reclined. Then she climbed onto the chair with him, straddling one of his thighs while leaning down. From this position she could stroke him with her hand while sucking just the head, her full breasts pressing against his leg through her blouse.

“You seem shocked.” I blinked. Closed my mouth. “I… no. I’m fine.” She stepped closer. “Don’t act stupid. Even if you are. Stop embarrassing yourself.” I smiled quick. “No problem. You’re all beautiful girls. I’m just wondering if there’s a lesbian-only strip club.” Angel chuckled. Deep. Throaty. “We do everything here. Down to orgies. Threesomes. We have a BDSM room in the basement. Chains. Whips. Private shows. Whatever pays.”

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Her cheeks were flushed, eyes dark with lingering pleasure and crazy vulnerability. “I want slow sex,” she said finally, voice barely above a whisper. “But… not just soft. I want to be tied down. Completely at your mercy. Ice on my skin until I’m shaking. Your hand spanking me until it burns. Rough. Torturous. But still slow. Like you’re savoring breaking me open.” The confession hit me like lightning. She's lowkey a BDSM freak too ashamed to admit it out in the open. My cock hardened instantly against her thigh. “You want both,” I murmured, understanding perfectly. “To be worshipped and ruined at the same time.”

Yeahh, girls, yeah! That’s right! Do it. Kiss, kiss again! Oh, great! Enjoy yourselves! Uuuuu, cool, babes! I love you! Yes, so nice! So fucking nice! Jenya, young Russian businessman, was sitting on the broad sofa, enjoying the sight. He was fond of these 3 babes, 3 contact sluts who appeared on his first call. He was very rich; he had 5 lover girls within the city and always offered a bounty to each of them. But anyway, he had some interesting feature that characterized him most, he loved and really enjoyed watching lesbo games, seeing 3 or more babes lick, suck and fuck one another with their tongues and dildos, fingers and lubs. That was fucking terrific! He loved to see them moan and cr