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My voice was already husky. Ten minutes later the door opened. Lila came in. She wore a tight black latex corset that pushed her small breasts up. Below she wore only a tiny thong. Her blonde hair was in a high ponytail. She carried a black leather bag and smiled wickedly when she saw me strung up and exposed. “She’s pretty,” Lila purred as she set the bag down. “Already wet, too. Look at that pretty pink cunt glistening.” Marcus leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and watched. “Make her ache. I want her desperate. Use everything you need. Just Don’t let her come.”

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.”

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.”

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?

A wicked charmer, sharp and dangerous, probably an expert in—well, you know. Stellar gave her a look of pure disbelief. "Have you filled your head entirely with indecent fantasies?" Lilian only grinned, unrepentant. "I’m already enjoying the full-course meal, so of course I want my bestie to feast too. Chest, abs, v-lines—that is what I call a visual feast. Pure happiness." The more she went on, the redder Stellar’s ears became. Before Lilian could deliver another outrageous metaphor, Stellar quickly grabbed a dessert and stuffed it into her mouth.

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.

Vivian was in a spa getting treatment as the youtube feed about Liliana had gone live. She could hardly hide her smugness when the video first started. “Oh, My God! Isn’t that the founder of L&L Designs, Mrs. Liliana?” Someone in the spa commented. “I can’t believe she is this shameless. I kept defending her when those pictures were released, thinking someone had misleading pictures with malicious intent. I never realized she was worse.” “Sleeping with two elderly men, and the older one seems to have tired out after some action. I never expected her to be this slutty.”