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Vivi sighs to impress Darren but doesn't obey the man's command to touch her body, although all the seductive and dirty words the man says to her arouse her passion. But Vivi didn't want to touch herself while her brain was still thinking about Lucas. It was Darren who was having phone sex with her, but Vivi was worried that she would imagine Lucas if she touched her body at this time. "Oh, Vivi... Aaaah..." Meanwhile, Darren's sigh was getting louder and louder. It made Vivi feel guilty because Darren sounded like he was enjoying this phone sex while she was faking it all the time. "Aaaaargh..." Vivi bit her lower lip, holding back the guilt that came over her when she heard Darren's intens

He looked so fucking sexy naked. "I want you now Alex"I groaned. "Liv.... we can't do this"He said. "Shut up, isn't this what you like? I'm horny not drunk....i want you now Alex"I groaned as i took him into my mouth. "Liv no.... you're not this kind of girl...as much as i want to fuck you I won't have it this way"He yelled and pulled away from me. "Alex please.... I'm hot"I groaned and took the dildo from the floor and inserted it back into my throbbing clit.

She felt sick at the thought, and fought to push it firmly out of her mind. Liv sat down across from Sully now and he gazed at her. Beautiful woman, Olivia Jameson. He had seen her covers and photo shoots and makeup campaigns, of course. Liv on some beach somewhere, her glossy hair styled and blowing sexily in the wind, her perfect body in a tiny g-string bikini, the top barely covering her nipples. Olivia laid across a bed in a pair of minute panties, looking over her shoulder at the camera with a come-hither stare. Drop-dead fucking gorgeous, and hot. Sully had wanted to meet her a thousand times, and now here he was, drinking coffee with her.

As I continue watching, a notification suddenly pops up on Vivianne’s phone. “I got these intimate pictures of you with Alpha Kieran. Pay me fifty thousand dollars or I'll post them on the internet.” My already racing heart accelerates. My hands tremble as I click on the message. Pictures of Vivianne and Kieran appear on the screen. They are naked in the woods, their bodies pressing against each other. Kieran’s hands are on her waist, while they stare deeply into each other’s eyes. It feels like my heart is being ripped from my chest. Oh, Lord. This hurts. This hurts so much.

“Mia, can you go upstairs and call your sister Lynn? Dinner is almost ready.” My heart skipped. I wiped my hands on my shorts and went upstairs. Her door was slightly open. I was about to knock when I heard soft moans coming from inside. I froze. The moans were low and breathy. Curious and a little worried, I pushed the door open just a little more and peeked in. Lynn was on her bed, completely naked. Her legs were spread wide. One hand was between her thighs, fingers moving in and out of her pussy. The other hand was pinching her nipple. On her laptop screen, two women were having passionate lesbian sex, one licking the other.

Callum thrust up to meet her, driving his cock deep into her dripping cunt, hitting that perfect spot inside her with every stroke. Vivienne moved back to her desk, perching on the edge of the polished wooden surface. She hiked her pencil skirt up to her waist, revealing sheer black lace panties already darkened with her own arousal. She spread her long, toned legs wide, giving the couple a perfect view as she pulled the lace aside and exposed her smooth, glistening pussy.

Today, she wore a fitted dress that screamed effortless chic, gold hoop earrings glinting as she leaned closer. And then there was Liv—our wild card. Same height as me at 5’5” with toned legs she loved to show off, her sun-kissed blonde waves framed her face in a way that made her look like she had just stepped off a yacht. Which, honestly, she probably had. A travel blogger and influencer, she spent most of her time hopping between countries, documenting her adventures in designer bikinis and flowing sundresses. She had the kind of beauty that belonged on magazine covers—golden tan, sharp cheekbones, and those dangerous blue eyes that got her away with everything. “So?” I leaned in. “Tell m

Lia wore the shortest skirt she owned and a tight black top with no bra, nipples hard against the fabric and no panties. The black SUV flashed its lights. She climbed in. Ethan was in the driver’s seat, Jax riding shotgun. “Look at this eager little cumrag,” Jax laughed, reaching back to shove two thick fingers straight into her soaked hole without warning. “Already fucking dripping. You been clenching that nerd cunt all day thinking about getting wrecked again?”

But I pull it out anyway. The notification stops me dead. Live Stream: DirtyGirl69 is online. I click it. The app loads. And there, in the middle of my fucking bed, is Davina. On live stream. For guys. In my room. The bar erupts in laughter as the guys crowd around, seeing her on the screen, smirking like she owns the place. She’s untied the rope, blindfold gone, latte in one hand, waving at the camera like she’s the queen of chaos.

“What are you talking about?” Damien turned the phone toward her. On the screen was her secret OnlyFans page. Not just the main one — the locked posts. The ones where she was completely naked, legs spread, fingering herself. Another picture showed her shoving a dildo deep in her pussy with the caption “wish this was your cock daddy.” Riley’s face went pale. “Delete that right now. That’s private.”