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I haven't had fun like this unless I'm with Genelia. "Samantha?" Emily called me. "Yeah?" "Don't give up on him. He's a real douche. But you don't know him that well." Emily says. Is she kidding me? He's a murderer. "I already know what I need to. He's a monster. It's that simple." Once I say that, Emily frowns and sighs. The rest of the car ride is silent. But it's almost as if, Emily asked to lift the awkwardness because the next thing I know, Emily's lip syncing to Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. As entertaining as it is watching her, I cannot leave her all alone, and I join her at the chorus. We sang until we reach Moon shadow pack. She gets out the car and starts to walk towards the front do

Emily entangled one of our hand together, while her other hand was caressing my face and she whispered “Just enjoy it niecey, and don’t scream much, because you will soon see the reason why I prefer Pussies over dicks.” Having whispering this, she slowly and intentionally pressed her pussy tightly over mine and the sensation was new. My mouth parted opened and I was trying to take in sharp breaths. She moved her hips, crunching our pussies together. I gasped immediately, my face knotting with the moan which threatened to split from my mouth. Emily pressed her finger over my mouth. “I told you, this is fucking Insane.” She paced up, riding on me vigorously and aggressively that it was shuttin

I was laughing, gasping, pulling them both closer as the music pounded around us. "This," I breathed, "this is perfect." **** But back in New York, Emilia was anything but perfect. She stood in the living room of her and Jax’s mansion, surrounded by shattered glass and overturned furniture. She'd thrown every breakable thing she could find, vases, picture frames, the coffee table centerpiece. Her phone was pressed to her ear, tears streaming down her face. "Mom," she choked out when Gena answered. "Mom, he's cheating on me."

Emily was so angry that she swung her hand towards Emma, who instinctively retreated two steps. Felicia's beautiful eyes lowered, showing a touch of regret. Initially, her mother would have followed her words and let Emily off. But now... Emily was angry, and her face turned red. Furious, she said, "Emma, you are despicable!" Despicable? If you hadn't deliberately played tricks, this wouldn't have happened. Emma didn't flinch, and Erica pulled Emily back, saying, "Enough, you can't threaten people anymore!" Emma smiled, and in her dark eyes, a glint of sinister light made Emily feel as though a cold dagger was piercing her. But in just a blink of an eye, Emma's eyes returned to their clear s

Elma says giving way for Rachael to get into the elevator. “You will regret that. Bitch” Emily says, blood dripping from the side of her lips. “What? Did I punch too hard?” Elma taunts her. They charge at each other, snarling and tearing at each other’s throat, exchanging blows and kicks, Emily eventually overpowers Elma and pins her to the ground, “I am going to fuck you up,” Emily says as she licks her lower lip, “Are you sure? You look like you want to fuck me instead” Elma says, “I am going to wipe that smart mouth off your fucking face”.

I’m impatient to know what Shane's condition is now. After two hours of waiting I receive A call from an unknown caller, “Hello.” “Miss Roxy Santillian, we know that by now you already know what our business is all about.” “Damn it! How’s my girlfriend? Can I talk to her? I want to hear her voice.” I said while trembling in anger. Someone spoke to me in the familiar voice of a woman, “Roxy babe, do you miss me?” I clenched my fist as I heard her speak like that, “Amber! Don’t you dare lay your finger on my girlfriend!”

“Do you want to go through the whole piece solo, or for us to jump in?” “Jump in. It just means I might miss a few notes if it is not working,” she said. “We don’t mind stopping and starting.” They ran through the song after a few false starts, and Jeremy crowed at the end. “That was awesome,” he declared. “I would like to try this part again,” Emily said pointing to the music. “It might not work, and sound very funny, but I want to make the jumps here,” she tapped the pen to and against the music. “A bit more abrupt, sharper.”

The pieces had settled—for now. Back in the music room, Emily sat at the piano, her fingers gliding over the keys. The melody was soft, hopeful, and full of promise. Jason leaned against the doorway, watching her with a quiet smile. “This song… it’s perfect,” he murmured. Emily laughed softly. “Not as perfect as this,” she replied, glancing at him. “Not as perfect as us.” Jason crossed the room and took her hands in his. “Then let’s make it last,” he said, voice firm, yet tender.

“All of them. Right now. I don’t want any accidents. I’m not getting trapped with a baby, not with anyone.” Emily sat up slowly, still flushed and glowing from their intense session. She picked up the packet obediently, popped out the pills, and swallowed them dry without hesitation. Emily was a greedy woman who only cared about her appearance. She knew when the right now to trap Tom would be, it certainly wasn't now. She then opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue to show Tom it was completely empty. “See? All gone. No baby. Just us, Tom. Exactly how you want it.”

To chase away the loneliness, Emily picked up her phone from her room and played her favorite songs by Justin Bieber. Outside, behind Calvin's apartment door, he stood there in silence. He tried to gather as much oxygen as possible as a supply for his lungs, which were about to work extra hard when he saw Emily. Once he felt ready, Calvin swiped his card to unlock the door to his apartment. He walked in and immediately headed in the direction of the playing music. However, his body froze in place when he saw the beautiful sight in front of him. Emily, who was still unaware of Calvin's presence, continued to sway her body to the rhythm of the music.