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Was I that easy to read? “Mehnn…I love sluts.” That was Cinnamon. “Someone, get the blindfold.” Brown ordered before stroking my face and whispering “I don’t need your hands, your mouth will do. Do you understand?” I nodded. “But don’t worry, I will,” Green added. As if in a trance, I took my gaze to his erection and I couldn’t look away.” It was long and curvy….absolute perfection. I practically drooling until everything went dark….fuck blindfolds.

Jacob turned and vanished back into the crowd as swiftly as he'd approached. Anika sipped her wine and pretended to be unconcerned as she felt Casper approach in. It was impossible to overlook him. When he was near, her body seemed to heat up. And his scent. Despite the noise and bustle of the busy room and the blend of so many feminine scents, she could detect his distinct scent. Rough. Masculine and tantalizingly seductive. It made no sense to her, but she was sensitive to it. "Anika," he whispered.

On the screen, a little blonde nymphet in a white, cowl-necked gown cut so that the front fell between her breasts to below her belly button, was bopping away in a manner that should have displayed her assets to all the world. Won't you stay? Won't you lay? Stay forever, and ever, and ever, and ever. La, la, la... Julia had no idea who the girl was, but she had a body to die for. She looked a bit like the girl that ran the coffee shop, but with less chest. I just can't get you out of my head... Flickering images of Lucy's face looking up with her tongue busy on Julia's clit danced before her eyes. She same image, but she could see Michael pumping into the blonde's pussy at the same time.

She wanted to shut the damned device and drag him to bed, but she knew that he wouldn't think twice about putting a bullet in her head. Marena moaned at the sight of him, and what his hands, mouth, and the other part of him that she was obsessed with could be doing to her right now. She had to take action. Thank God, she came prepared. Nero was wild in bed, and had quite the stamina. But when it came to his business, and the mafia— the whore and stud in him disappeared. Well, not today. There in the kitchen, with a cold pitcher of pineapple juice in front of her, she poured all the contents of the vial of aphrodisiac,instead of two drops as directed. She couldn't wait to have him go mad and

“That’s it, Eden. Rub that needy little pussy on me. Show me how badly you want your stepbrother’s cock.” The dirty words made me whimper. I ground down harder, chasing the pressure. My panties were ruined, soaked through. I’d never been this turned on in my life. “Please, Kane,” I begged, my voice breaking. “I’ve never… I’m still a virgin. But I want you. I want this. Even though it’s wrong.”

I couldn’t make out the building’s details or the faces of the people around me, just vague human shapes. Somewhere nearby, a timid girl started crying. “W-Where are we? I want to go home.” A guy with yellow-dyed hair shouted impatiently, “What the hell is this? Let me out!” Then a man and a woman stepped forward, looking calmer than the rest. They introduced themselves as veteran players—Elaine and Jethro—and kindly explained what was going on. We were inside an infinite horror game. Everyone here was already dead. If we could survive every scenario and collect the legendary 9,999 points, we’d be revived.

My boyfriend and I were playing one of those honesty games when he suddenly claimed he made money by working as an NPC in a horror game, killing players for cash. I laughed immediately. Looking at his clear, puppy-like eyes, every blink just made me want to hug him. A killer? Please. What kind of killer would spend every day cooking, doing laundry, handing over all his money, and constantly begging his girlfriend for cuddles? He was more like the perfect boyfriend straight out of a dating sim.