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Two gangsters rushed out, and they could not even save their lives if they offended that man. After rushing out in panic, the gangsters realized that they had forgotten the drunk woman, "What should we do? The woman is still in the suite?" "She will definitely be mistaken considered as the prostitute for Mr. Roy to sleep with, and our client has already confirm they will pay money as long as she lost her virginity" As they said that, several gangsters left quickly. "It hurts" She felt like something big and hard get inside her roughly, and Sophie couldn't help but murmur.

I know the effect we have on people so I don't bother caring. "It's already been a week ever since I last fucked a girl; I've been so horny recently," I groaned, palming my monster while gulping. It's impossible to stay without sex. I gulped down my wine and returned to my bed; I can't wait for more interesting shows to begin as I'm so bored to death. Madison POV

“You should be with your mate, fucking your brains out, until your heart's content, what are you doing in my room? Don’t tell me you have been outside my door all night.” Madison scrambled to sit up, her green eyes wide with passion. “Honey, please! I... I don’t remember much from last night. I was drunk—I was out of my mind! You are the one I want, not that stupid Luke.” She reached for me, but I withdrew, stepping backward. “Stop,” I warned, my voice like steel. “Don’t call me that, I’m not your honey and I don’t want to hear any more of your lies. Or I will show you another side of me that you wouldn’t like to see.”

"I gotta tell you something. And don’t say a damn thing until I’m finished." Madison turned to me, raising an eyebrow. "Okay… now I’m intrigued." I hesitated, then blurted it out. "I’ve been having sex with..." I swallowed, feeling my face heat. "Mr. Rossi." Madison blinked. Then, instead of freaking out, she let out a deep sigh of relief. "Shit, girl. I thought you were about to tell me you got back with that cheater-cheater-pumpkin-eater. You had me nervous for a minute." She leaned in. "So… was it good?"

When sex was scheduled like a dentist appointment? "How's married life?" Another woman asked. "Ten years this month, right?" "Eleven, actually. And it's wonderful." The lie tasted bitter. "James and I are very happy." Wonderful. Happy. Perfect. Words she'd said so often she almost believed them. After the luncheon, Valentina drove home. She'd been getting headaches lately. Stress, probably. Or maybe just the weight of maintaining the perfect facade. At a red light, she saw a couple on motorcycles. The woman had her arms wrapped around the man's waist, face pressed to his back. They looked free. Wild. Alive.

Her moans filled the lounge, raw and unrestrained, echoing off the wooden beams while the fire crackled and Christmas music thumped low in the background. Madison pressed her naked body against Jake's back, her heavy freckled breasts flattening against his skin. She reached around him, fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft every time he pulled back, stroking him slick with Claire's juices before guiding him back in. "Pound her harder," Madison urged, voice husky with whiskey and lust. "Make her scream on that big cock." Jake grunted, sweat rolling down his temple. "You want it harder?" he rasped, slamming into Claire so forcefully her body lurched forward, tits dragging across the ba

MARCUS I had my cock buried deep in Madison’s tight pussy and my wife on the phone. Life was fucking good. “Yeah, the hotel’s fine,” my wife said on speaker. “Just tired. How’s everything at home?” Madison was bent over my desk, ass up, face pressed against the wood. The camera light blinked red right next to us. I gripped her hip with one hand and thrust slow and deep so the wet sounds didn’t carry too loud over the phone.

"I want to taste you when you fall apart. I want to feel this tight little pussy squeeze my fingers when you scream my name." The echoes of his dirty words and relentless stimulation finally shattered her. Marceline's orgasm crashed through her with the force of a tidal wave, making her arch completely off the bed as a scream tore from her throat. Zandrei held her down, lapping up every drop of her release as she convulsed beneath him, prolonging her pleasure until she collapsed bonelessly against the sheets.

I was three whiskeys deep and feeling loose, the constant low ache in my ass from Ryder’s morning fuck mixing nicely with the buzz in my head. Ryder was across the roof, looking illegally hot in a tight black button-up that strained across his massive chest and shoulders. Tattoos peeked out at the collar. He had a beer in one hand and was laughing at something one of the younger forwards said, but his eyes kept cutting back to me. Dark. Hungry. Possessive. I hated how much that look made my cock twitch. Some rookie defenseman — Matthews, I think — slid up next to me at the bar, smiling too wide, eyes roaming over my body.