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Damien sat at his desk, a video call open on his computer screen. On the other end, Selene was completely naked. She had her legs spread wide with no shame whatsoever, her fingers pumping rapidly in and out of her dripping pussy, slick sounds filling the room. She moaned at the screen: "Alpha, you scared me so bad yelling at me on the phone… but I want you so much right now. Does that big cock of yours miss me?" Damien sat there stone-faced, but his fly was already undone, his thick, veined cock standing fully erect.

she pointed at me, “-have been begging for it like a desperate little slut. So here’s my condition.” She paused, letting the silence stretch, then smiled like a cat who’d caught two mice. “I join in. Right now, I want to play too.” Sam widened his eyes. I knew she was going to say that 😏 “You… what?” He whispered. Liv shrugged, already peeling off her hoodie, revealing a tight tank top that showed her perky tits and hard nipples. “You heard me. I’ve been suspicious for weeks, Luce. The way you look at him in class and the way he stares at your ass when you walk out, and today you suddenly want to go marry him. I want in. Either I get to fuck both of you tonight, or this photo ruins both you

"That feels so fucking good, Arora." Liv was in absolute heaven. She sat resting on her knees, with her elbows on the arm of the couch. The sweet little rookie was down there between her widespread legs just eating her pussy like she'd been born to it. My mouth felt so wonderful down there. She could feel her pussy dripping into my mouth. My tongue explored the wet regions of her pussy, occasionally pausing to flutter against her clit, for just the right amount of time before it went on, teasing the rest of her pussy. She could tell that I really liked it. I was a natural born lesbian. So why hadn't they seen it before? "Ah-huh," Liv grunted. My mouth was sealed over her pussy now, sucking o

The stupid b*tch actually believed that he would hurt Lucianne just to claim her. “Excuse me, your Grace.” Livia leaned over to get the butter, and her thin, white camisole made the red push-up bra underneath too obvious to miss. Livia felt Greg’s eyes on her when she reached for the butter, and her animal was squealing in delight while her human was trying her best to not make eye contact with the sexy bad boy just yet. The Duke was indeed looking at her, and he wanted nothing more than to hold her by her neck, fracture it, throw her against the glass cabinets before breaking her bones slowly, one at a time as he indulged in her screams.

Sunrise warmed the kitchen, the light spilling in through the window as Trina stirred eggs in a yellow dress that clung to her body. Her sigh was deep and soft as she bent to the oven, curves outlined in the glow. The sound made Nickey pause in the doorway, heart stirring with a mix of revenge and a pull he couldn't deny.

Livi stepped inside, and their eyes met immediately. "Livy!" Raline said slowly. "Can we talk alone?" Livi asked without preamble. Ralin was silent for a moment, then glanced at his secretary. Anne understood and immediately withdrew. "Sit down!" Ralin allowed him, and he moved to the sofa. Livi looked around the room, which looked classy, and then Ralin's name was plastered on the table. No wonder Darren loves him; Ralin is beautiful and rich. She thought. "Livi, didn't you say you wanted to talk?" asked Ralin, "I don't have much free time," continued Ralin.

For the next week, my comm feed was flooded with rumors. Livia’s social media was on fire. A picture of her lying in bed at the luxury Seattle estate, Darius sitting beside her, feeding her his own blood from his wrist. A picture of her undergoing a strengthening rite in a blood pool, Darius at the edge, watching over her with a focused gaze. A picture of her during a bond-strength test, Darius holding her hand tightly. And the captions, dripping with false sweetness: “My Darius takes such good care of me. I’ve never felt safer.”

It has just never occurred to me that one of them might be my own daughter. I'd searched for "Badgirl Anna" and eventually found her very professional-looking page. I had to subscribe to view it and I didn't hesitate. This is an emergency. I pull out my credit card and soon had access to the content on her site. The ton of content on her site. Sexy pictures of her, naked and topless, sometimes bending over. Never showing her pussy - I think that, at least, is something. Videos of her looking flirtatiously into the camera - playing with her breasts, turning around and bouncing her ass cheeks, pretending to masturbate.

he said. "How about," Kelly said, snaking her hand around his shoulder to pull him to her, "you come over and get comfortable with me and we can watch my husband and your ex-girlfriend fuck for a little while. It will be a live action porno." Duncan watched as she slid one leg up, sexily, moving it around Conner's shoulder to allow him in between her legs, pulling his shoulders back for him to lay against her. He smiled, nodding, exhaling deeply as he visibly relaxed.

When Jordane looked up, Livvy’s silhouette had blocked the sun’s rays that she had been playing with. Eyeing her friend thoughtfully, Jordane considered the messy glory of Livvy’s hair and the visible sparkle in her bright eyes. “Oh. My…” Jordane sat up, grabbing Livvy to sit with her. The latter chuckled, yelping one ‘oof’ when her butt hit the ground. “Goddess! What happened? Give me the juice but not in full detail.” Livvy smacked her lips, tracing an invisible zipper on them, causing the former to pout and clasp her hands together as if praying.