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She would have tamed him with some hot blow job. “Oh! I’m so sorry sir Omarion; I slipped through my mind as soon as I stepped out” Racheal lied. Omarion was not a newbie to her fabricated lies which glared all over her face. He knew that Racheal had been upset about him shifting his attention to Isis and would cease every given opportunity to make the growing bond crush into pieces. She wanted to be the only woman that got that intense sexual satisfaction from Omarion; having his long, big and hard cock that knew how to get into the deepest places and awaken her body to a sweet sensation she had never gotten before all to herself-How greedy!

And wanting to give in to her wishes, Richie picked her up from the bathroom floor as he walked into the bedroom, throwing her down on the bed as he moved on top of her. Taking her hands in his, he spread her legs further apart as he rammed into her, harder and faster as her screams became louder. "I love you so fucking much." Richie spilled out in pain as he turned them around and placed her on top of her to take the lead. And damn, she didn't disappoint. She rode his cock like a cowgirl in head, twirling round in circles as Richie let out a deep moan, before placing his hands on her hips as she pumped up and down his entire length.

She asked and Alex scoffed. “so anything I say when we have sex is true? C'mon, sex drives pleasure and I am lost when I am given that pleasure. I don’t love you, you are old.” He said and Racheal felt hurt. “But I do love you. I know I am old but I am still very much beautiful and that is why your d**k can’t stand my naked body in front of you. You stopped me from going to other men because you wanted me all to yourself, and I agreed to all these because I am beginning to fall for you.” She said and Alex got pissed.

I can’t get enough. At that point, I pull away. But Richey has leaked so much that a goopy string of seed connects my tongue to his tip still, trembling in mid-air before it breaks. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” he growls, looking down at me with blazing blue eyes. “I am,” I admit. “I love tasting men’s personal recipes.” “Good,” he growls. “Because when ladies taste me, I like them to be nude. Take off your clothes Rina. Let me see that lushness.”

Raven pushed the vibe inside slow, fucking her with it while Jade rocked against her thigh, leaving a wet streak. “Feel good?” Raven asked, voice low. “You like getting fucked by two strippers in the VIP?” “Yes—fuck yes—” Lia panted, hands gripping Jade’s ass, pulling her closer. Raven turned the vibe higher, fucked her faster. Jade reached down, rubbed Lia’s clit in tight circles while the vibe hit deep. Lia’s thighs shook, moans turning to cries. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m cumming—” She came hard, pussy clenching around the vibe, juices gushing out, soaking Raven’s hand and the couch. Screamed into Jade’s mouth, body shaking, legs trembling.

But no, she chose to betray me. I slowly move my chair back, bringing the woman along with me, while Lia’s eyes widen in horror. The room is filled with an intense silence, broken only by the sound of our heavy breaths. As I reach the peak of pleasure, I release, feeling a surge of warmth as my climax fills her throat. Lia’s eyes lock with mine, a mix of desire and satisfaction reflected in them as she struggles on the bed.

While the tray and plates fell on the floor, the clanking rang through the air, and we both giggled. She pressed her lips against mine with insatiable desire, and I kissed her back, then drove into her with a subtle thrust. I loved every slide into her warm in-between. She pulled me closer with her legs and made it easy for me to rock her thick pussy gently. "I love you, Antonio," she moaned. When we both climaxed, I saw the smile on her face, and a grin tugged at my lips. I carried her to the bathroom, and we showered together.

Dashing through the walkway to the Exit she saw an astonishing handsome guy, sleek, fit and tall she thought . Immediately she waved the thought bye and said “ No! Don’t think . Don’t feel love. It’s all a lie “ . Walking through the dashing sun that radiated her pulchritude and aura she smiled and waved to almost everyone staring at her before she got in her black radiant limousine.

to win a sliver of my attention, but because I wanted to deliver the words myself. “You don’t get to need anything from me, J.J.” I said it calmly. Crisp. No anger. No tears. But when I looked into his eyes, I saw something unravel there. And for a split second, it almost—almost—pulled me back. That’s the cruelest part about love. Even after everything, even after betrayal and humiliation, a small part of me still remembered what it felt like to be safe in his arms. To laugh without fear. To kiss like nothing else mattered.