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“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.”

I wants to cum so badly - I wants to cum so hard. Yet there is something I need. I figure if I am in for a penny, I am in for a pound, and I take a break, reaching for my phone and open up the page I want: OnlyFans.com/badgirl_anna. I scroll until I find the video of her masturbating. Those tits. The way she'd felt under my hand. God. How tight her little pussy would be. She was a virgin.

Gossip blogs exploded. And Nathan Cross? He took the bait. By nightfall, a private but “accidentally” leaked video hit the dark web—a grainy shot of Leila at Whitmore Park. No audio, just her silhouette and Nathan’s unmistakable profile. The implication was clear. Leila was disloyal. She’d been meeting with his rival. The press had a field day. What Nathan didn’t know was that the entire leak was traced. And now Adrian knew exactly which of Nathan’s fake corporations had uploaded it.

Because last night my best friend Sarah sent me the link, and I spent hours watching Professor Nadia Vale get absolutely destroyed on camera. My phone vibrates under the desk. Sarah again. Another message: “Watch this one. You’re gonna lose it.” I click the link discreetly, volume low, earbuds hidden. The OnlyFans page loads — “ProfessorNadiaSecret.” The newest video starts playing. There she is. Professor Nadia on her knees in what looks like a fancy hotel room, glasses fogged up, mascara already running as she chokes on a massive thick cock. Her huge tits are out, bouncing heavily as the guy fucks her throat raw. “That’s it, you strict little slut,” the guy groans on the video. “Take every

He is a rogue earning money from the sex tapes he shows on a website and Natasha is just one of his many victims. “I’m Sorry Natasha,” Aleah said before pressing the enter keys. They were planning to simultenously broadcast all the sex video across all the websites created by the advertising company, Aleah and Joyril worked tirelessly to pinpoint the data source. Aleah gripped her hands tightly, her nerves on edge as they waited for the results. Joyril placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, grounding her amidst the tension.

“What’s the worst I could find? Lexi Blaze's new red edition trailer? A fan club?” She chuckled and tapped on the notification, completely oblivious to Silas's pale state. But what she saw... Her eyes narrowed and her lips parted slightly. It was a string of nudes, the kind an androgynous camboy would send. She tapped on the first one automatically loading. It opened immediately. The image that filled the screen was that of a boy, his legs in the air, and his hole, stretched lewdly for the camera. And the caption read, Let me be your cum dump again.

I fucked her through her orgasm and kept going, chasing my own release while reminding her with every thrust exactly who she was with now. When I finally came, I buried myself deep and stayed there, my chest pressed against her back as I caught my breath. For a long moment, neither of us moved. Eventually, I pulled out slowly and turned her onto her back. I climbed over her and braced myself on my forearms so I could look at her face. Elena’s eyes were glassy, her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed. I brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. “I don’t share,” I said quietly. “Not with Noah. Not with anyone. If he calls you again, you tell him you’re done. Because you are.”

Kelly spreading her ass cheeks and teasing her tight little asshole. Titles like “Lonely Step-Mom Needs Young Cum” and “Husband’s Away, Mommy Plays.” She had an OnlyFans account with hundreds of subscribers. She was selling her body online while pretending to be the perfect wife and mother. My cock was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. I was about to blow my load right there when I heard the shower stop. I barely had time to lock the phone and set it down before Kelly stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a white towel wrapped around her body. Her hair was wet, skin flushed from the hot water.

Everything is done. No one knows this secret of mine. I have a deep secret: I am addicted to sex to the point that I cannot even sleep without releasing my liquid. The perfect model is none other than Celestine. I found in her everything I sought in different women. She is the only one who drove me this mad and obsessed. It might be difficult because I know there will be no love in return from her. It would be one-sided love. But I don’t fucking care about that so-called “love.” I need her and I need her body. That’s all. I was about to board the chopper when I saw someone.

He glared at him. “Oh look, isn’t that the one who thought someone likes you nerd? She’s next!” He searched for her in the middle of the circle. He’s right, it’s Fertine. She’s waving her hands in rejection and mouthing no but the cheerleaders and players are already leading her in the middle. Leila took off her glasses and put the blindfold in her. His eyes shifted to Freeda, cheering for Fertine. She doesn’t even know they’re gonna poke fun at her.