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He looked wrecked; pants open, hair messy, guilt and lust and fear all over his stupid face. “Think about it, baby,” I purred. “You know where to find me when you get tired of pretending to be a good husband.” I stepped outside and closed the door behind me, the night air cool against my skin. My phone buzzed in my bag. Rachel. My sweet, stupid, horny little colleague who had no idea she was just a pawn. I smiled as I read her message. Rachel: I sent you the full video from the room. Did you see how that bitch came for me? She’s addicted now.

she asked, her voice faltering. "You must be deaf, girl." Peterson took the cigarette from his mouth with his fingers. "Or you don't want to make some extra money? You don't look bad. Good curves. Soft skin. Must taste good." I felt my blood boil. My hand clenched into a fist on the table. "Peterson." "What's the matter? We always fucked those walking cunts. Don't you remember? The models, the receptionists, the maids… we fucked everything that came our way. Men like us weren't made to stay with just one."

My body kept shaking with orgasm after orgasm as he destroyed me, using me for the camera and for his own pleasure. “Gonna fill this pussy soon, baby,” he groaned, pounding me faster. “You want my cum deep inside you on camera?” I moaned desperately, pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts. “Yes….please cum inside me!” The thrill of getting bred live on OnlyFans while my dad’s boss used me like his personal fucktoy had me completely lost in pleasure. He kept fucking me harder and faster, his hips slamming against my ass with wet, punishing force. The bed was creaking loudly under us as he railed my pussy from behind, his thick cock stretching me wide open with every brutal thrust.

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There wasn't a moment that went by that she wasn't trying to suck him off even amid the guests due to how tipsy she'd been resulting in her being very eager for the timid newbie's little used cock whenever she found him amid the sea of bodies that filled the room she'd been in. As for Rick himself, the legend had been dancing with quite a few girls all eager to see if the rumors about his massive cock had been true as best they could with an aggressive and once more possessive Rachel lurking around every corner. She had not known about Rick's tendency to bed Casey Peterson and it was a good thing given her level of jealousy and obsession with Rick's cock. Carl and the guys had been lounging

she gasped, her nails scratching his back. Mr. Thompson’s eyes flashed with hunger. "Come for me, Rachel," he urged, his thumb pressing harder on her clit. Rachel’s body tensed, and with a cry, she shattered, her pussy spasming around his cock. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before, a white-hot explosion of pleasure that left her trembling.

“I'm sure this isn't the right way, Rachel. We could simply work for a living, just as so many other people do.” “Work for a living, that's what you mean," she insisted, "But you don't have to worry so much, sister. It's a secure app, and I won't even reveal my identity, I'll just put real pictures of my body, and I can wear a mask on my face. Men will pay for the privilege of being the first to see my "attributes".”

My body rocked with the force, tits jiggling, hands clawing at the pillows. More seniors joined the fray, turning it into a full gangbang blur. Rachel, the busty one with curves for days and long wavy hair, knelt beside me first. Her strap-on was pink and ridged, but she didn't use it right away. Instead, she grabbed my hand, guiding my fingers to her shaved pussy. It was dripping, lips swollen and hot.

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