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It would be hard for Lyla to conceive which means that I have to get the entire money from her. "Soon, darling. We are getting there." I stood up from my chair and walked around to where Kendra sat, admiring the vee line her clothes made. Her cleavages were out and beautiful. "Even though there has been a hitch. She has already found out that I've been taking some money out of it. She doesn't understand that I need the whole money." I felt my dick twitching in my pants when Kendra looked up at me. I gently carried her hand and placed it on my bulge, rubbing it and enjoying the sensation with her hand.

“Yes, if they find you charming, they spend more on you so that you can satisfy them by selling your body to them. Do whatever they want. The reward is handsome, Lily, think about it.” Surprise struck me hard as my mouth fell open. “You want me to venture into onlyfans? To sell my nudes?!”

“The full version will be up soon for my top fans. Remember, good girls get rewarded… but I’ve been so bad lately.” I ended the video with a playful wink, uploaded it to my OnlyFans page under LilaRose, and leaned back with a satisfied sigh. The money from last month had covered my textbooks and part of rent. Mom and Damien had no idea. They thought I was just tutoring on the side. If they ever found out… A notification pinged almost immediately. ArchitectX92 had tipped generously again. He’d been my top subscriber for weeks now, always with those slightly commanding messages that made my stomach flutter. “Beautiful as always. Show me more tonight.” I smiled and sent a private thank-you.

“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.”

Aria Vale adjusted the ring light one last time, the soft purple glow mixing with the distant sparkle of the Los Angeles skyline visible through her floor-to-ceiling windows. Her apartment in West Hollywood was expensive, minimalist, and paid for entirely by her body. She hit “Go Live” on OnlyFans. “Hey babies,” she purred, voice smooth and seductive as she leaned back in her black gaming chair. The silk robe clung to her curves, barely tied. “Did you miss me tonight?”

Pentaland Group announced that Louis and Lola were their new ambassadors and reposted the announcement on various social media platforms. Lola requested them to do so and even purposely spread rumors that she was dating Louis when the poster was released to increase her popularity. To her bewilderment, Louis's female admirers were not happy with it. They all started leaving comments that said Lola was not a match for Louis because she was too ugly; some even went as far as to dig into her background and said that Lola had been abandoned by the Atherton Family.

I rubbed faster, chasing the edge he’d pushed me toward. Another message popped up immediately. Big D: You’re so sexy, Jayla. I need to feel that pussy. My entire body froze mid-grind. Jayla. He’d used my real name. No one on OnlyFans knew that name. My profile had no face reveals, no location, no links. I was careful. Paranoid, even. The only people who knew were family and a handful of old high school friends who had no idea about this side of me. My heart hammered against my ribs, a mix of fear and confused arousal twisting low in my belly. Who the hell was he?

Lola's face was flushed as she walked to her mirror wincing at the slight discomfort in between her legs. That man was a pro! His tongue and fingers seemed to be made to give pleasure. She just laughed at the irony of Ramón’s cartel boss persona and his mastery of pleasure. Now, this game was changing. Well… a girl has got to get some good loving. She muttered to herself as she made her way into her bathroom. She turned on the faucet and let the warm water just fall on her. She picked out a pair of faded boyfriend jeans and a flimsy crop top. At least it wasn't be too simple and she would still look sharp and smart.

Some clapped, while others used binoculars, afraid to miss a single detail. Their over-the-top praise completely inflated Linda’s confidence. She smiled and lathered up with her body wash, humming a tune as if she were in her element. Meanwhile, Layla set up a livestream account for her, naming it “Little Linda Loves Bathing.” Within moments, the stream’s viewership soared past 100,000, with gifts pouring in like a flood. Of course, the hate comments were just as relentless, but Linda, blinded by the allure of easy money, couldn’t have cared less.