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She had learned well from Asher. “I’ll make sure everyone knows what you really are! You and your father are the same! Both of you are disgraceful, and—” “And this isn’t disgraceful?” Liz raised her phone again, showing an image on the screen. Lana gasped and covered her mouth. Liz was showing a photo of herself—completely nude. It wasn’t fake; Lana recognized the pose and the background. It was definitely her, but that picture was never supposed to be seen. It was stored safely on her phone.

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

I open the chat, and there’s a single photo inside that makes my entire body go still. Jake. And a girl, maybe fifteen, with the same tired eyes and pursed mouth. His sister. They’re standing next to each other, smiling cheekily, and there’s a sash across her body with the words Birthday Girl written on it. I can make the faint silhouette of a cake in the dark backdrop. My hand flies over my lips as I open the profile. It has no followers or posts. I click back to the chat. Someone is typing. [Jake’s sister.]

she moans in the back of her throat, dropping her gaze. "My eyes are up here," I joke, summoning her to me with one finger. She suddenly moves, just as she did earlier on when I called her from my office chair. "That's better. It's always better when you listen to me, Bee," I praise her. "You're a moron," she spits as I grab her top, pulling it high up her arms and over her head. She's naked below except for those lace panties that hide her pubic hair. My eyes rove over her slender frame, appreciating the soft swell of her breasts and the dark, pert nipples that instantly harden. I allow my gaze to skate down, finding that mound I finger fucked just a few hours ago. The women I fuck usually

“This is it, you nosy little bitch.” I stood there, towel draped loosely around my damp bikini, unable to tear my eyes away from the obscene display. “I… I didn’t mean to…” “Shh.” Zara reached out a hand, slick with her own cum. “It’s okay. I’ve been waiting for you to find out, to see if you’d be a good little slut like me.” The chat exploded with excitement—new viewer alerts, questions about the “hot friend in bikini.” “Bring her in!” “Make her strip!” Tips tripled, the screen lighting up like a casino.

“This is it, you nosy little bitch.” I stood there, towel draped loosely around my damp bikini, unable to tear my eyes away from the obscene display. “I… I didn’t mean to…” “Shh.” Zara reached out a hand, slick with her own cum. “It’s okay. I’ve been waiting for you to find out, to see if you’d be a good little slut like me.” The chat exploded with excitement—new viewer alerts, questions about the “hot friend in bikini.” “Bring her in!” “Make her strip!” Tips tripled, the screen lighting up like a casino.

"Late show again. I pick the movie." His eyes darkened with interest. "Yeah? What you got in mind, Ari?" I showed him my phone, the listing for a hardcore erotica film—explicit, no holding back, the kind with intense scenes that would make anyone blush. "This one. On purpose." He laughed low, pulling me on top of him. "You're turning into a little freak. I love it. Let's go."

I watched them unpack from the shadows, already planning my limited strikes. Claire found one of Harper’s old drawings left behind in a closet. It showed a woman with dark marks around her neck standing by the water. Bella picked it up and declared it pretty. Michael laughed it off as kids’ art, but I saw Claire tuck it away with a frown.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

She was smoking and making rings with smoke. "Look at her breasts Den, they are so flat. There size must be around 20-25. And our customers need 50 plus size.Help her to enlarge them. And her ass is round and good no need to change it. As for her pu**y, it is very tight. Suck it or fuck it, just make it bulge out. Take her now" Maira said and dismissed them. Celestine who was listening all this, felt fear creeping in her heart. She was not naive to not understand where she was standing.