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She mumbled, trying to pull away from my mouth, making me smack her. “My slūt can handle this and so much more.” I told her as I pulled my mouth away from her pūssy before stroking my cōck while I placed it at her entrance. “You know once I claim this pūssy—” I was saying, but she pushed back, making her pūssy immediately swallow my hard cōck whole. “Cazzo!” I roared as my fingers dug into her asš cheeks, preventing her from pulling away.

Spanking with an audacity that made my pussy clench and fart wetly. Without a word, he pushed my inner waist deep, forming an arch. “Look, ma’am,” he said, his voice harsh. “Watch me devour your pussy.” “Fuck,” I moaned, sucking on my finger as I curled my flanks, head pressed into the bed, watching him like he commanded. He slapped the entrance of my pussy with his cock, glistening with my juices.

“This pussy was made for me. Say it. Tell me who this cunt belongs to now.” “You,” I cried out, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down my face. “It belongs to you, Marcus. My son-in-law’s cock owns me.” He reached around and rubbed my clit in fast, rough circles while slamming into me. The angle hit that perfect spot over and over until I shattered, screaming his name as my walls clamped down around him. Marcus followed with a deep, animalistic groan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with thick, hot ropes of cum. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing his seed deeper, claiming me completely.

Ever since the school belle, Summer Manning, died, Shawn had been scheming to make my adoptive parents lose all faith in me, destroying my reputation and turning me into a pariah. The entire city blacklisted me; no restaurants would serve me and no companies dared to hire me. Shawn toyed with me slowly this way. When I was nearly starving to death, he’d propose a game. Only when he was amused would he grant me a sandwich or a bowl of pasta, both plain. He once ordered me to livestream myself scrubbing every public restroom in the city and rewarded me with two sandwiches. He chained my neck, parading me through the streets for the crowd to gawk at, and even letting them ride on my back. It wa

Adam's taunting voice followed. Hailey's eyes filled with tears as the memories overwhelmed her, the weight of her past suffering pressing heavily on her heart. "No," she murmured, retreating. Her gaze fell on a nearby vase. She picked it up and hurled it at the mirror, shouting, "No!" Her frustration erupted as she thrashed the room, screaming, "I'm not a prostitute! I will not become a prostitute! No!" "Rose, Rose!" Cassian, alerted by the noise, rushed in and tried to hold her arm. Hailey was frantic, lost in her anguish. "I'm not a prostitute," she repeated, her voice trembling with desperation.

'...Okay. Go ahead.'

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