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Laura laughed softly, reading aloud: "Ah, fuck, Marcos, you're gonna fuck my throat until I choke, huh?" she murmured, feeling more juices drip, shoving a finger back into her pussy to ease the itch, pumping slowly as she read the next. Pedro replied: "Fuck, I love a greedy whore like you. Be there in 20, gonna wreck your ass until milk leaks out." She moaned, fingers speeding up:

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

What in the fucking hell? “What did you say?” She blinked. He answered when his hand slid straight up her dress, two fingers plunging into her creamy cunt without warning. Zinnia gasped sharply, a needy little whimper escaping her throat as he stirred the mess inside her. “Fuck, he really filled you up. How could you let him wreck this innocent little pussy. You're such a bad girl Zinnia. Bad, bad girl.” The filthy words sent a fresh gush of wetness flooding around his fingers.

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"you should be looking down at my feet when you talk dirty rag!" "Excuse me,y..you mean,what?"I asked bemused. "yes that's what you are...a filthy rag!" "pardon.." "oh please don't pretend now"he cut in, raising his hand up to the air in disdain." you are unscrupulous,impure and disgusting. you go around with different men all the time to get a dollar note from their heavy pockets." "Why are you accusing me ....?I don't understand what you are talking about!"

My eyes widened but I obeyed my hands moving to rest on my thighs just below the hem of my skirt. I started reading again, my palms sliding slowly over my own skin. “Last night I imagined her again those small perky tits perfect for my hands and that tight little hole that has never been properly fucked. I would edge her for hours, make her drip down her thighs while she reads my dirty words back to me in that soft, shaky voice.” As I spoke my fingers moved higher on my thighs, the light touch making my skin tingle. My pussy felt swollen and slick now the ache building with every word I read out loud.

It read. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \

God, what had I done? The rose lay on the pillow beside me, its deep red petals still vibrant, its scent faint but intoxicating. I reached out and traced a finger along its stem, careful of the thorns. The note from last night was gone, but its words echoed in my mind: *We know you’re awake.* My stomach twisted with a confusing mix of fear and excitement. I should have felt shame. I *did* feel shame. But beneath it burned something alive, something hungry that I couldn’t push down no matter how hard I tried.

But sure, you lot are so noble, so pure, right? 'Meanwhile, I've been grinding my way through, keeping my head down, working extremely hard. And why am I still stuck as a C-list nobody? Because I refuse to play along with dirty deals, that's why! But your precious little sister? The heiress flaunting her wealthy background? She's climbed her way up by hopping into bed with more men than I can count on both hands. And yet, you fools still treat her like some pure, untouchable treasure.'