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“Fifteen percent… off the top. He thought no one would notice.” Val moaned softly, clearly getting off on his betrayal. She backed up, positioned herself over his cock, and sank down in one smooth, tight motion. Her pussy was scorching hot and soaking. She took every inch until her ass pressed against his thighs. “Jesus Christ,” Max groaned. Val started riding him hard, ass bouncing, tits jiggling with every slam. The wet slap of skin filled the room and she braced her hands on his chest and fucked him like she was punishing him, grinding her clit against his base on every downstroke.

“Relax. I’m joking… mostly.” Aelia forced herself to remain composed. “If you have something to say, Mrs. Montonio, I’d rather you get to the point.” Valeria’s gaze gleamed. Like she had been waiting for this. She leaned forward, placing her glass down gently. “Alright,” she said. “I have an offer for you.” Aelia said nothing, waiting. And then Valeria smiled, tilting her head. “I’ll pay you handsomely if you agree to have a threesome with Pedro and me.”

I slowly lowered my head, my heart beating violently as the memory of him between my thighs, devouring me, flashed through my mind. “Alpha Liam, it seems your mate is sexually aroused,” Valeria’s soft voice broke in. My eyes widened in shock. What the heck.

Her own core spasmed around his fingers, squeezing rhythmically as another powerful orgasm tore through her. Victor finally arranged them for the ultimate offering. He placed Isabel flat on her back with legs pulled high and wide, then lowered Valeria on top in a 69 position. The sisters’ faces pressed into each other’s soaked sexes as Victor took turns plunging into them, driving deep into Isabel’s creamy heat with heavy, slapping strokes that made her full breasts bounce, then switching to Valeria’s tighter channel with short, punishing thrusts. The room filled with the filthy symphony of squelching flesh, desperate licking, muffled moans, and the wet sounds of tongues lapping at swollen c

Charles unlocked his phone and slid it towards Kelley over the counter. Kelley grabbed the phone and pressed play on the video. Norah came into view, wearing nothing but a collar around her neck. She was on her hands and knees, a circle of men seated around her as she crawled towards one man. Kelley recognized the plush suite from his father’s hotel. Norah looked directly at the camera as another man came into view from behind and slapped her hard on her ass. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. The man produced a dildo and shoved it into her. She gripped the man in front of her, her hands fisting his pants. “Yes, just like that.” Her voice was breathy and she panted as the man kept p

And then… her. That woman. Rhea Valerius. She stood tall, poised, and too calm for someone being attacked by a storm of microphones and accusations. The camera zoomed in on her, and even through the screen, I could feel her composure like a blade. The reporters were relentless. “Miss Valerius, is it true you and Mr. Vale were together before?” “Did you live with him? Did you have a child?” “What exactly is your relationship to Alaric Vale?”

The redhead even threatened to post them on some adult site for others to see what an eager slut Valerie was, even making Valerie open her mouth and show the camera the cum that filled her. Valerie didn’t protest, or beg her not to do it, because deep down, it would have thrilled her to no end for strangers to be watching her suck the men’s cocks, knowing they would more than likely be jacking off to the video. She loved the thought that others would use her to get themselves off even when she wasn’t there. It was amazing to her all the twisted things that turned her on these days, and the list seemed endless and ever growing. Once they were back at the apartment, Alan and Nick took off, tuc

The bedroom was huge and luxurious. Valeria opened a large drawer beside the bed and took out several items. She laid them on the silk sheets: a thick black dildo with realistic veins, a smaller pink vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a pair of shiny metal nipple clamps. “Lie on the bed,” Valeria ordered. “On your back. Legs wide open.” Aurora obeyed. She spread her thighs, showing her red, swollen pussy. It was still dripping from her previous orgasms.

Every small movement against the ruined sheets sent sparks shooting through her overstimulated body. She should have locked the door. She should have cast every protective ward she knew. Instead, she picked up her phone with trembling fingers and sent another message. This time to Valeria. Valeria was different from Lena, taller, colder, a renowned rope artist and sadist who ran exclusive private sessions for the city’s most powerful women. She and Giselle had clashed many times, always with Giselle coming out on top. Valeria had never hidden her desire to one day see the arrogant witch on her knees.

Just to had both her eyes rolled in frustration as she asked. “What?!” She asked when she saw them frozen in their seats. Then she frowned. “Am I supposed to do something?” She looked at the two, one after the other. Not getting any useful response from the two as they just kept exchanging glances at each other, Val pulled her phone out of her pocket and was about to search for some answers on her own. She typed the simple word sex on her search engine and a lot of results came up. Some were articles and some were videos. Thinking a video would be much informative at the moment, she pressed the play button, and without her volume adjusted down, a sound of erotic moaning and sort filled the s