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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

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 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

“No, Lita, I argued back. He’s just playing. Men like him use girls like us. We can’t rely on a bond that he’s already looking to break.” "Well, maybe," she countered, her mental image of Horace making my own core throb with heat. "But did you see the way his pants strained? Oh gods, Val, this guy is going to be the end of you, and I’m here for it." “I’m drowning in emotions right now, and all you can think about is getting laid? I hissed internally. My world is falling apart. Sex is the absolute least of my problems.” "Oh no, Val," she laughed, a dark, knowing sound. "I am you, and you are me. I can feel the slickness between our thighs. I can tell that getting handled by that monster is at

I looked up and my brain stopped working. Nina was on the desk moaning. Her legs were open, her skirt pushed up, her hands gripping the edge like she’d forgotten how to sit properly. And between her legs— Valen Cross. My boss. On her knees eating her secretary’s pussy. I didn’t breathe. I don’t think anyone did. We heard the rumors, the entire city spoke about it. Valen was rumored to love women, while some insisted she was a feminist who hates men and that was the reason for her still being single at 38.