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loud, athletic, and possessing a raw, masculine energy that seemed to vibrate through the walls of our house. Living with him felt like living next to a dormant volcano. I spent my days avoiding his gaze, terrified that if he looked at me too long, he’d see the hunger clawing at my insides. The OnlyFans account was my outlet. It was the only place where I could be the exhibitionist I secretly was, where I could scream and moan and offer my body to a thousand nameless strangers without the risk of my mother finding out.

After hanging up the call, I watched the expression on Hendrick Twain's face shift from smug satisfaction to bewilderment. But the very next second, a laugh escaped him. "Jeffrey, who are you trying to fool? You're just a plastic surgeon! And you're thinking of bringing down the Grahm family, one of Provenia's elite families?" Indeed. I was technically just a plastic surgeon. But that was only because when I first met my wife, Winona Grahm, she was pretty much a nobody.

“You think I believe you? I thought you're happy with Mara?!” My forehead furrowed. Why did his dad mention my name? “Yes dad. We just celebrated our first monthsary yesterday.” He looks tired from explaining. “Then why is your mistress work here?!” My eyes widen. Mistress? Maru has a mistress?! Who is she? “Dad, Jana is not my mistress!” He said angrily. His father smirks. “Really? Then why is she here? If she is not your mistress why can’t you guys leave each other?! You think I didn’t know that until now you are seeing each other?!”

I nodded and quietly stepped out of the room. Downstairs, I picked up my phone and called my nanny. She answered after a few rings. I asked how my babies were doing, and she immediately switched to a video call. She was holding Adriana, who was busy chewing on a toy. Before I could even ask about Adrian, she flipped the camera. Tonia was carrying him and he was happily chewing on her face. I burst into laughter the second the camera switched. “You better compensate me with Korean skincare products,” Tonia complained, wrestling with Adrian’s tiny hands, “because this boy thinks his spit is some kind of luxury facial treatment.”

He turned to the crowd, still impaled, and gave one final bright, broken smile while slowly fucking himself. “Thank you all for breeding and ruining my beautiful wife. I’m so grateful you let a worthless, self-fucking cuck like me serve superior men. Her holes belong to you… and my ass belongs to this dildo.” Cindy laughed and pulled his cum-covered face between her legs. “Good Cuck, now keep fucking yourself while you clean Mommy’s womb.” Mark obeyed, moaning loudly into her cum-filled pussy as he continued riding the dildo, completely broken and exposed in front of everyone.

She had no intention of leaving college with a debt over her head, which was why she had texted the client earlier, 'I will send you a video of me doing a threesome in exchange for three million." And to her surprise, the client had responded with the words, "Make it worth the price." If Kate succeeded, she would not only be debt free, but she would finally have enough money to leave the city and find somewhere else where she wouldn't be known. A fresh start. And if tonight went as planned, she would also be closing her OnlyFans account. Unfortunately, the client had made a specific request this time. It had to be a full video, but Kate had thought it through and requested for a mask.

They can easily attract any men if they want to. Nana Taylor who is a cousin of Nick is a famous streamer on an online platform that features videos of popular and professional gamers. Whenever she stream her playing online games she always get about a thousand viewers and get donations that amount up to five hundred dollars every time. She's a good player that can even be considered as a pro.

followed by the unmistakable sound of phone cameras clicking. I sighed, resisting the urge to turn around and tell them to please stop that. "I got one invitation to join OnlyFans, requests to post more photos than the few I already have up there.” “Are you serious?” Noah asked with shock and disgust clearly written on his face. “What the hell is wrong with people?” “I also have at least…” I took the phone back from him to count them properly, “…yup. Twelve different confessions of love from different guys and even a few girls."

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