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He had sent a photo and I opened it. It was a photo of red lingerie. It was cut open right between the legs, and the top had two small holes where the nipples were supposed to be. I sipped my drink harder, trying to ignore the heat between my thighs. I scrolled down to read the text below the photo. Big mistake. “Can’t wait to fuck your pretty, little cunt in this tonight.” The milkshake choked me instantly.

Chapter 4 Luna’s POV “Kai no way you cannot be serious right now,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I sat there naked on the couch with my legs still spread and my pussy throbbing from all the edging. My juices had dripped everywhere onto the cushion and the coffee table. The main stream chat was exploding with tips that kept pinging nonstop and the OnlyFans side was even crazier with people throwing hundreds just to see what would happen next. He stood there right in front of me stroking the bulge in his jeans with one hand while he held the phone camera steady with the other.

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His face is flushed, eyes darting anywhere but at me. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, letting the silence stretch just a little too long. “Don’t stop on my account, Ty. Looked like you were enjoying the show.” He stands up abruptly, chair scraping back, towering over me now but still looking like a cornered animal. “Get out. Now.” I hold up his iPad like evidence in court. The screen is damning: my OnlyFans dashboard. Username: TylerIsUrGod99. Total spent: $847.32. Every single pay-per-view purchased. Every tip. Every comment.