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“Ryder, it’s fake! All those photos are fake!” Milana broke into loud, jagged sobs. She spun toward Zoriana, her face twisted in rage. “Did you bring these? You fabricated these photos of me just to try and snatch my mate back. You bitch!” Ryder sat motionless, his face appearing as if it were carved from stone. “Fine. If the photos are fabricated, explain this.” He pressed a button, and a recording of Milana’s voice filled the room: “Oh, daddy, I miss your big fat cock—”

I’d saved a chair for her beside me, but since she disobeyed my order to dress and wouldn’t even give me her eyes in the process, I pulled her tense body into my lap when she reached me. Mila’s rigid posture told me she couldn’t be more uncomfortable with this seating arrangement, but she didn’t voice her complaint. Ignoring the bound and bruised men with a nonchalance the race of her heart belied, Mila decided she was hungry for dessert. “Is that medovi—?” The rest of the word came out on a breathy yelp when I cupped a possessive palmover her pussy beneath the table. She was either the best fucking tease on the planet, or Gianna was stingy with her underwear. Hot, bare cunt pressed against

Mills positioned himself between her legs, her underwear could not be considered underwear for a woman of character, with the fashion it was made with strings, Mills could take her without having to remove it as there was no coverage to her core. Eveline was wet from the suspense. “Now, now, Evelin, why don’t you relax”? Mills bent down, tracing his hands on her lap and down to her base, Evelin was moaning and vibrating from his touch. Mills parted her inner lips with his fingers, revealing her bud and the slimy fluids that exposed her illicit desires.

Lydia breathed, but the protest melted into a needy moan as Mila’s fingers rubbed slow, firm circles over her swollen clit. “Stop?” Mila chuckled darkly, pushing two fingers deep into Lydia’s cum-slick heat in one smooth thrust. “Or should I stuff this dripping cunt full and fuck you properly?” Lydia’s knees buckled. “Ahh—! Mila— fuck…” “You’re not fooling anyone, baby,” Mila murmured, lips brushing Lydia’s ear. “Stop pretending. You don’t want gentle, vanilla sex with your boyfriend. You want someone who fucks you so well you forget your own name. Someone who makes this pretty pussy gush and clench like a desperate little slut.”

She had sure been tampering with her pussy, which looked swollen and gushing. Mira was holding her phone up, clearly taking pictures with her tits and pussy open. "What the fuck are you doing, you nasty bitch? " I asked, sauntering over with a huge smile on my face. My own cunt was starting to throb just watching her like this. Why wouldn't it?? Mira had a gorgeous body, and when she had her pussy open like that, it was a banger. "Sending my nudes to one of my sponsors." She shot back, clicking more photos.

Lucian Voss stood at the edge of his penthouse balcony, shirtless, cigarette burning between his fingers. The skyline of the city blinked in front of him like a warning—red lights, flickering buildings, the distant hum of chaos. But nothing matched the chaos in his chest. He’d seen the pictures. First on T*****r. Then in the tabloids. Then—God help him—in a viral video of Serena exiting a gala, her child nestled against her shoulder.

His men abandoned him one after another, pledging loyalty to whoever could keep them alive. Even the few confidants he'd trusted most sold him out when their interests were on the table. The cruelest irony was that Milena chose that exact moment to climb into Domenico's arms. In front of Julian himself, she laid everything bare. "Julian, did you really think I liked you? I got close to you to help Domenico take over your territory. Those men you trusted were bought long ago. "And the chips with Winona's photos on them? I was the one who pushed for that. I wanted her to see exactly what kind of man you really were. I just didn't expect you to be stupid enough to fall for it so completely."

Mikaela a 34 year old successful lady with no man in her life laid on her bed, au naturel. Her thick thighs were wide spread as she worked really hard to achieve a simple orgasm. Good thing she had ordered a rabbit vibrator prior to this moment, since her dildo has been proving incompetent lately. At perfect timing, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of her new rabbit vibrator. Mikaela jounced up, she put on a microshorts and a bra and quickly hurried downstairs. Opening the front door, she came face to face with the tan-skinned delivery guy.

Slowly, her eyes locked on me, she starts to lower herself, until her knees are resting on the cold concrete. My dick is rock hard and my pulse thuds in my ears as I look down, drinking in the sight of Milena on her knees looking up at me, hands clasped in her lap and her nipples about to tear through that fucking dress. "Take out my cock." Her face flushes. "Do it," I command. She swallows, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as her eyes drop to the front of my obscenely tented pants. I'm so fucking hard that my cock twitches from her just looking at my erection, straining against the front of my slacks as her mouth opens a little.

What an obedient little friend! Emmy’s departure returned the cold air between us. Between me and Viviana. Miracle struggled hard and shifted back. Viviana was in my sight. She stood in her glory. Naked. Her lavish, delicious figure invited me. She was like food. Her green eyes, her sharp little nose, her plump lips, her firm, round breasts, her pink nub, long slender legs…all screamed of sex. Screamed of territory.