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I can't hold on, It's too much. I grab at the sheets as my body convulses, and he thumbs my clit, slowly taking over. "Suck it like a good girl." He said. My body lifts as I arch with my eyes closed. "Fuck Madison" he growls. "Keep gripping my cock like that" he hisses. Letting my pleasure speak for itself. He leans down, sucking my cries into his lips as he grips my hips, riding his pleasure with me. We cum together. Bitterly forever. THE END.

Seeing him hold her only twists the knife that has enter my heart so deeply, and Wayne can no longer control himself. “WESTLEY WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO? ……. STOP STARING AT MY MATE AND ANSWER ASSHOLE!” Instead of Westley answering a very smug Madison steps forward “Babe she was mad that I told her how good you are in bed I’m sorry. I can’t help but brag about my man, but she rejected you and said I could have you isn’t that great!” Wayne isn’t me and she doesn’t see that yet, but she’s about to regret her confession.

“You’re with that biker guy now.” I tilted my head. “That biker guy has a name.” “Oh, right. Ryder something.” She smirked. “I saw the photos online. The club parties, the leather, the tattoos. I mean… you? In that world?” Kira giggled beside her. “Didn’t she used to cry if someone said a bad word in class?” I laughed softly. “People change.” Madison leaned forward, fake concern dripping from her voice. “Guess the rumors were true, huh? You ran off with some outlaw after your ex dumped you?”

As a teacher who goes on and on with his lecture, Madison begins to doze off in class. Hey Madison wakes up. Trevor says as he attempts to nudge him. I am awake I am awake. Madison says as he brushes his eyes open. Excuse me boys. A female voice reaches out to them. But some of us are trying to who pay attention without being distracted by your whispering and snoozing. Sorry Beverly. Madison says to her. I just cannot focus some reason. Been drinking energy drink or something. Beverly says. I do not want to be caught behind.

Madison I heard the tear of a foil packet, and a moment later, the blunt head of his cock pressed against my pussy, teasing me with its promise. "Tell me what you need, Madison," he demanded. I tried to speak around the panties still stuffed in my mouth, but all that came out was a muffled moan. He chuckled, the bastard enjoying my struggle. "Can't hear you," he taunted, pressing his cock against me just enough to make me squirm.

I decided to push. “Your dad said you have a boyfriend.” Madelaine paused the TV. “I used to. We broke up about a week ago. I didn’t tell my dad because I didn't want him to hurt the guy.” “Why did you break up?” She laid her head back on my arm. “I caught my best friend sucking his dick. He said I was ugly and boring and dressed like a hag.” I clenched my jaw. Now I wanted to hurt this boy and make sure he never used his mouth to speak again. How dare he? Since he decided to be blind, why shouldn't I help him by gorging out his eyes and feeding them to him?

I wiped my face with the sleeve of my hoodie and plastered on my face the brightest smile I could manage before picking. It was a facetime call. “Hey,” I managed, forcing brightness into my voice. “What’s up?” Mae’s face appeared. Poker-faced and eyes narrowed. She didn’t dabble with hi’s or hello’s. Just straight to the point. “Some random number just sent me a video of you giving head to someone,” she said flatly. Ice the size of a dozen hundred needles flooded my veins. “What? That’s insane. Can I see it?” She shared her screen without a word and there I was again, kneeling and eager, lost in what I was doing.

Madison's gasp at the sudden speed he used, he had forced himself deep inside her. "Bend over," Enzo instructed, and she did. He held her by the waist and started moving in and out of her, it was slow at first, but then he increased his pace as the minute went by. Madison tightened her lips not to cry or make any sound, but it didn't get better. He was roaming into her like an animal, and it was worst because he was drunk. "Please...” she didn't realize when those words escaped her lips. He didn't listen but kept roaming into her.

Noah Ellis had a theory about Mason Reed. The theory was this: Mason was the most self-aware person Noah had ever met who worked the hardest to pretend he wasn't. Everything Mason did, the jokes, the charm, the easy confidence that filled whatever room he walked into, was deliberate. Not fake, Noah had never thought it was fake, but deliberate, the way an architect is deliberate, building something functional and beautiful that also happened to hide its own foundations. Most people never looked for the foundations.

I lifted only one side of my cheek in a sarcastic grin. “Oh, really?” I taunted. “You suddenly lost your voice now? I thought you were shouting just a second ago!” My words were harsh, but I couldn't help myself. I was livid. Becky stood there, eyes wide, staring at the screen in disbelief. For a brief moment, she looked completely caught off guard. “This isn’t real!” she suddenly exclaimed, her voice shaking with desperation. “It’s an AI-generated image! It’s fake, Chad!” I laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. “Really? Is that what you tell yourself to sleep better at night?”