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“Does it turn you on knowing your pathetic ex is right outside while Daddy’s fingers are buried in your greedy little cunt?” Liliana let out a broken, muffled sob against my shoulder, biting down harder as her hips jerked desperately against my hand. I kept the pace cruelly controlled — bringing her right to the edge, then slowing down just enough to keep her teetering there, whimpering and shaking. Another knock. “Liliana, open the door!” I curled my fingers hard against her g-spot and rubbed her clit in tight, fast circles. “Come for me, Princess. Come all over Daddy’s fingers while he’s calling for you.”

After several minutes of Lena’s enthusiastic throat-fucking, I pulled her off and slapped my wet cock across her face. “Enough. Go home, Lena. I’ll call you when I want that pussy.” Elena stood up, wiping her mouth, clearly disappointed but still smirking at Lila. “Have fun with your toy. Just know I’m available whenever you need a real woman.” She blew me a kiss and left. The moment the door shut, the air in the house turned feral. I grabbed Lila by the hair and dragged her up, throwing her violently onto their king-sized bed.

"Now you want to lie to me by pretending to be a virgin?" "I've never slept with another man!" "You still dare to lie?!" Luke suppressed both his speech and the pressure on Liana's jaw. "I don't like rebellious girls like you!" Luke felt that Liana was just lying. He had already seen the place where the message had entered via a special link, then in a few seconds Luke felt that he knew this woman's scent. On the other hand, Luke also found many photos of Liana from the time when she was still in school and university and worked in a French restaurant.

Beautiful in his brokenness. Liana climbed onto the bed carefully, positioning herself beside him. She pressed her body against his side, resting her head on his bare chest. She took the first photo. It was intimate, compromising. Her hand on his stomach. Her lips brushing his neck. Another where she was almost straddling him, her short black dress riding up her thighs. Each click sent a thrill through her veins. She took dozens of photos from different angles, making sure they looked as damning as possible. Then she selected the best ones and sent them to Noelle’s number with a simple, cruel caption:

Lacy asks. "Probably the sex they had." Lili mocks. Lacy's jaw drops. "Sex? When? They are having sex? How do you know?" Lacy's tops each question with another, still processing what she believed to be impossible given Wilder and Ivy's altercations. "I just know. If you noticed she was always looking at Wilder's direction when we were at beach and the minute he left his stupid crew, she left us too. I saw them talking and she was all awkward about the fact that whore is dating Wilder. Plus when I called one day, she was asking all this questions about Wilder having a crush one her." Lili finishes with a smile on her face like she just cracked a case.

I nod and moan feeling her walls clamp down around my cock nearly sending me over the edge; her pussy feels like nirvana. “Freya… fuck,” I can barely speak watching Liliana sit on her knees behind Freya moving with her. Liliana’s hands roam Freya’s body, dripping water down her breast and stomach turning me on even more as I move my hips in rhythm with theirs. “I love your hands all over me,” Freya mewls at Liliana, massaging her breast as I hold her hips and use one hand to stimulate her clit. “Good, I love touching you and watching you fuck Ryder. I’ve never seen anything sexier,” Liliana teases, pulling Freya’s chin to the side and kisses Freya.

He stopped and she began to cough. "Get to the bed." Lilian walked fearfully to his California King size bed. She lay there with her head facing upwards. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks. Was this what she had been reduced to? A sex slave? Damian admired her pink pussy from a distance. He was turned on again and he took off his shorts, fully revealing his hard, thick phallus. Lilian looked at him from between her spread legs and tried her best to get herself wet for the merciless pounding she was about to receive.

It was wet and glistened under the bright spotlights. Still in the same position, Liza drove one finger deep into her sex. She gave a little mew of pleasure then withdrew it, added a second finger and plunged them both back in. Taking both out, she bunched together three fingers and pushed them into her sex, their combined breadth stretching her labia around them.

“Alright. I’ll grab my laptop and head out. Don’t forget to take out the trash later.” The moment he turned and walked away, Ethan pressed the remote to max and slammed his body against mine, pinning me to the machine. “Now, Lily. Squirt for me. Make a mess on your stepbrother’s dildo.” The combination of his dirty words, the relentless vibrations, and the fear of almost getting caught pushed me over the edge. The pressure finally broke. I buried my face in a towel and screamed as my pussy gushed. Clear fluid squirted hard around the dildo, soaking my thighs, the floor, and the bottom of the washing machine. Wave after wave kept coming while Ethan kept the toy buried deep, milking every drop

She planted her feet on the mattress and rode me hard, squeaking with every bounce. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chris move behind her again. Lila’s eyes widened as his hands spread her ass. He spit on her, focusing. She looked back at him, voice dripping with lust. “Go ahead. You know you want to.” Chris grinned and pressed her down onto my chest. She froze for a second as I kept thrusting. Then I felt extra pressure — he was pushing into her ass. Lila bit down on my shoulder. I didn’t care; I just kept pounding her pussy.