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Cool air from the big windows hit my flesh, puffy lips glistening with arousal, my long clit peeking out from my folds. "Holy shit." He groaned. "That one fat juicy pussy. I wish there was more time to suck on this long clitty." He quickly lined up, slamming in one thrust. I faked moaned, mouth open, eyelashes fluttering. "Oh, yes, Stan. Your cock is big in my tight cunt." Lies!!! I hardly felt it. His puny prick leaving no burn, just pumping air. He grunted, feeling proud, balls slapping my pucker. "Take it, you slut. Take my big cock. "

* He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, breathing ragged. His phone buzzed sharply on the desk. Leon dragged himself up on shaky arms and crawled over. The anonymous chat was open. Anonymous:** Times up. His stomach dropped. The countdown had hit zero while he was lost in pleasure. Leon’s fingers trembled as he opened the video file—the new one. It was longer. Filthier. He had shown everything: his face twisted in ecstasy, his hole stretched and greedy, his cock spurting while he begged Aaron’s name like a whore. There was no hiding from it. No pretending it was just reluctant submission.

Harper I had always known my husband was having an affair, but today’s revelation was different. Unease prickled down my spine as I saw the trending topic on X. There it was. Number two. CEO of Hart Finances Ltd., Stanley Hart, is expecting a child with his wife after three years of childlessness. The woman with Stan in the picture wasn’t me. It was his secretary; the same woman who constantly texted him at late hours; the one he constantly compared me to.

He was a damn tease, and he knew it. I shook my head, unable to find the words as Zaine's fingers moved back to my legs, and continued to tease higher up my thighs, while this time clearly choosing to avoid the fabric of my panties. I gently raised my hips, urging his fingers to tease where they had been only seconds before. I wanted more. I needed more. And I watched as he smiled. “Something you are wanting?” He raised his brows, allowing one finger to trace a gentle trail to the edge of my panty line, before trickling it away, leaving me literally gasping for more as my hips rose once again to urge him to continue. I was literally falling apart for the man who only hours ago I had consider

"I mean, it makes sense now that I know you had a thing with my brother, and now Trey taking your backside–wait. Are you telling me that taking your backside and forcing you to scream those embarrassing words were part of your naughty fantasy list?!" "No! No, no, no!” I shake my head. “That isn't it at all! The things on my actual list are far too embarrassing to ever show a real human being! So... when Trey demanded to hand over my list, I panicked and gave him a fake one instead!" Jade tosses me a bewildered look. "Come again? I'm not quite following. You gave the school's most terrifying Quarterback a fake list of your fantasies instead of the real one?"

the line dropped. I picked up my phone. Pornhub or cadehub? Or Amaye? I wasn’t thinking straight. I wanted to be comforted, or I wanted a release. A hand was still on my nipples. I was feeling the wetness in my panties and the anger swell in my belly. What do I do? I scrolled and scrolled with no direction in particular. I stopped at a name. I sent a text.

"I'm Rhys. Friend of Damon's. Well, more of an acquaintance really." "Camila, his sister." "I know." His smile was warm. "You're a writer, and a business analyst." "What?" The fuck? He chuckled lowly. "I've followed your story. The viral video that started it all, the fake relationship with Lucien Hayes, the media and legal troubles. I've read every article about you." Fake? That made me pause. Even though we started out as a fake couple, we were very much real to the media. "That's... thorough."

"Let me understand this, Alex, you and Taylor have been making videos and selling them on this site?" The two friends were looking at an amateur p**n website on Alex's laptop called "Hot Amateurs". It was a site that specialized in high quality, homemade p**n videos that customers buy via a one-time d******d to their computer. Alex and his girlfriend, Taylor, had been selling videos on the site and making quite a bit of money. "How much for one of your videos?" Ben's interest was piqued; this sounded like easy money to the nineteen-year-old.

Her face is beet red and she’s crying ugly tears. “I d-don’t know.” She sniffs. “My p-publicity secretary sent it to me this morning. The news is spreading like wildfire. I’m already featured on the cover page of three top blogs in New York!” “Oh my God.” I whisper as I read the article further. The title says; ‘UP AND COMING BEAUTY PROFESSIONAL, ZURI BENTHAM, ACCUSED OF PEDDLING CHILD PORNOGRAPHY IN LONDON.’ The rest of the article is literally a whole bunch of lies, stating that it was discovered after a private investigation that Zuri and her “cohorts,” whom they would rather keep unidentified, are guilty of selling immortal pictures of children on the dark web.

"Someone sent me a link. To the school site. To a post that has excerpts from stories you wrote. Stories about me." I felt like I might throw up. "Ryan—" "Is it true?" he demanded. "Did you write sexual stories about me? About your stepbrother?" I could not answer. Could not find words to defend myself. "Answer me," Ryan said, his voice rising. "Did you or did you not write these things?" "Yes," I whispered. "I wrote them. But Ryan, they were private. They were never meant to be seen by anyone." "But you wrote them," Ryan said. "You wrote detailed sexual fantasies about me. About us. About things that would never happen."