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This was the heart. Lila approached, her body a map of the night's journey. She was naked, having lost her dress to Goran's hands. Her skin was marked with bites and bruises, Clara's love bites on her breasts, Zora's possessive fingerprints on her hips, Goran's stubble burn on her inner thighs, and the twins' bite on her shoulder. Her lips were swollen from kisses, her hair a wild tangle. The mixed fluids of her lovers, Clara's saliva, Zora's slickness, Goran's copious seed, the twins' simultaneous release, had dried in sticky trails down her thighs or were still leaking slowly from her well-used holes. She walked with a slight, sore-legged gait, but her head was high. She had never felt mor

Cool air kissed my bare flesh, goosebumps scattering across me as I stood exposed in my underwear. Both men devoured me with their eyes. “All of it.” Lucien’s voice was thick, filthy. Shame burned through me as I unhooked the bra, baring my breasts to their gaze. My nipples were stiff, aching, betraying me. Last, I slid the panties down, standing utterly naked, trembling under their stare. “Fuck.” Lucien’s growl was feral. His hand cupped my ass from behind, squeezing. “So soft.” Gareth’s gaze sharpened, his nostrils flaring like he could scent my arousal. “She’s wet already.”

With shaking hands, she untied it and let it fall to the floor, then peeled off her blouse, revealing her plain white bra stretched over her full breasts. Standing in front of the small mirror, Lila stared at her reflection. Her caramel skin was flushed from neck to chest, her nipples dark and hard against the fabric. She cupped one breast tentatively, thumb brushing the peak, and gasped at the spark of pleasure that shot straight to her core. "No," she whispered to herself, pulling her hand away. "He said not to..." But the temptation was overwhelming. Her skirt rode up as she sat on the edge of the bed, thighs parting slightly, revealing the black cotton panties now damp at the crotch.

Lila made a low sound of approval. “Spread your legs.” Evelyn’s body obeyed before her mind caught up. The chair rolled back an inch as her thighs parted. Lila’s palms slid along the bare skin above the stockings, thumbs brushing the edge of black lace panties already soaked through. “Look at you,” Lila said, almost reverent. “All this time pretending to be untouchable.”

It was his way of showing his dominance towards the intimate moment we were both engaging in. After giving in to our sexual hunger, I sat down on the bed, and wrapped myself with a blanket, while Xander flaunted his naked body sitting near the window frame. "X-Xander?" my voice was now as soft as mellow music. He responded to me while pouring a drink, "Yes, my wife?" "Make me understand why you have to kill those innocent people. My conscience couldn’t take it," I strongly shook my head in disagreement. Xander lit the tobacco in his mouth, "The fewer people know about your real identity, the higher chance for us to move freely. It’s what you call a clean slate, Lilith."

Lilian woke up the other day feeling tired as she absorb the unfamiliar memories. So her soul transmigrated in another world. This body’s name is Lian and she was bought to be a shared wife of Montenegro brothers. She died when she escaped last night because she slipped and bumped her head on some hard rock. But something’s wrong. The memory that she inherit only started at the slave market. Where is her memory before that?

Lilian carefully hid the pregnancy reports in her bag, her mind racing with thoughts of how to confront Wilson and Emily and how to safeguard her child's future as she wiped away her tears and then busted into the room without warning. There, she caught them mid-affair. Emily was half-naked in a red lace G-string undies and half-cup bra that pushed up her peaches while she wrapped her legs intimately around Wilson's slender waist, who stood before the desk she sat on without a T-shirt on him, his chest bare for her hands to roam and her eyes to feast on. Emily and Wilson's gazes darted to the door once they heard it open and their eyes instantly grew wide in absolute shock to see Lilian stan

“Nothing makes a young pussy feel more alive than knowing her nipples are visible through silk and her cunt lips are peeking out the sides of her panties.” “Okay, sweet thing,” Serena ordered, voice thick with lust, “strip. Let’s get these clothes off so I can measure every inch of that gorgeous teenage body.” Lila’s cheeks burned scarlet, but her nipples were already diamond-hard under her thin tank top. She turned her back to the two women and slowly peeled off her clothes, ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she bent to slide down her shorts. When she finally faced them—completely bare—both older women let out appreciative moans.

I finished. Lilliana laughed heartily before pulling herself away from me as she started putting her clothes on, her naked body was like a work of art and I wanted to take a picture, frame and pin it against the wall just like I did with her last night but I thought against it. Her bare body, every inch of her is not for any other man but for me alone to see. “Where are you going? What are you doing?” I asked and she shrugged as she threw her top on.