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Her robe fell open completely as my hands roamed, gripping her ass, kneading the plump flesh until my fingers dug into it, brushing the damp heat of her pussy lips. I spun her around, bending her over the arm of my couch, the same one where I'd been pretending to work just minutes ago. Her robe pooled at her feet, leaving her gloriously naked. Her ass presented like a gift, full, heart-shaped, with a faint tan line from some forgotten beach day. I dropped to my knees behind her, spreading her cheeks wide, exposing her completely: her puckered hole winking above the slick, swollen folds of her cunt, already dripping, strings of arousal stretching between her thighs.

She was really getting good at this assistant shit. Miss perfect ass finally stopped in front of a door, pulled out a key and opened the door. “If there’s anything else you need, please let me know, a waiter will be here soon to take your order, enjoy your stay Mr. Guerriero,” She held out a hand for a handshake and Rain almost laughed at the woman’s attempt to— “Thank you,” Alexander said as he took her hand and shook it. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Rain’s lips twitched as she stared at their joined hands, when they finally let go, Rose’s cheeks were as red as her fucking name and for some reason Rain was beginning to grow a strange dislike for Roses.

“I haven’t even had time to drill you properly about these roses. Tell Aunty Viv. Who is he? I figure he must be rich or own a big flower shop?” She looked at me with a sly smirk. “Does he have a big you know what?” She waggled her eyebrows. Rose wanted to laugh, but the front door opened, and she felt her hackles rise instantly. The jukebox stalled, as heads turned. “Shit,” she turned her back, then said to Viv. “Don’t look now, but his ex-girlfriend just walked in.” Of course, Viv looked straight at her. “The pale blonde who looks like she eats men for breakfast?”

The war room was suffocatingly quiet. A single candle flickered in the center of the table, casting long, dancing shadows across the faces of Seraphina, Ryan, Leo, and Luna. In the corner, chained to a heavy iron pillar, sat a captured Cult lieutenant. His robes were tattered, his skin unnaturally pale, and veins of corrupted black magic pulsed visibly beneath his jawline. Ryan stepped out of the shadows, his boots clicking heavily against the stone floor. He leaned down, his face inches from the prisoner’s.

"Any woman can suck or fuck, but the girls in here have the best tits anywhere." "A nice ass is good too." Ross said. At that moment a particularly athletic ash blonde was helping herself from the vat next to him. He reached over and started groping her hard buttocks. She stopped ladling sperm to smile over her shoulder at him. "You gonna eat my come, slut?" He asked, punctuating it with a slap of her ass, which didn't wobble at all. "This is my second helping," She said in a cute little-girl voice. "Its so tasty."

You're disgusting, Rosie! Just as I was about to speak, he hung up. With that, I blocked him on Natasha's phone too. Allen was out of my life from then on. To my surprise, when I arrived for the audition, Natasha hurried over and said, "Something's wrong. Some idiot leaked an inappropriate video of you!" I grabbed her phone and looked at the so-called inappropriate video. Although Allen and I were engaged, we had never crossed the line. We never even held hands or kissed, let alone do anything else.

"Yeah, make me wet, Jackson, and make me sweat; work my body up while I ride you on cowgirl, I professed to him. "Good girl, just as I like it, swing my brain from north to south with your magic booty," Jackson spilt. "Oooh, ooh, yeah, I love you, Jack. I love your dick and every fucking piece of you," I said moaningly. "Drive me, girl, harder, faster, faster, faster; don't make me cum in the next two minutes. Your honeypot is a merciless town; I'm losing my breath here," Jackson screamed. "No, I can't give a break to fucking you; your touch is rare, your dick is fucking huge and rare," I said while moaning to him. "Oh delicious booty and a sexy bump, you're such a genius in riding, Rose," J

At the end of the hall, a door sat slightly ajar. I pushed it open… and froze. The room was filled with portraits of me. Me dancing on stage. Me reading quietly in the library. Me sitting alone on a park bench, lost in thought. Every angle of me, every moment… Jordan had captured in painstaking detail. I stepped closer to one painting. That was seventeen-year-old me in mid-dance, skirt flying, laughter radiant. In the corner, there was a line of tiny words that read: My rose has finally come to me.

My throat seemed to block as soon as the whole of her chest was exposed in front of me. "I-I'm not doing anything," I lied in the middle as my heart pounded. "Hmmm. Guess what I will do? " She licked her bottom lip and slowly removed her top. Looooord. "I don't know." I said it hoarsely. "Well, let me tell you then," he said, and he put both hands on my table while bending his body. "I am going to lift you up here on this table and rip the thin fabric that you are wearing down there, then open your legs wider as I put my c-ck inside your p*ssy," he said.

“Oh, I’ll tell you what I’m doing to you. First, I’m going to start by removing every stitch of clothing from your body, then I’m going to explore every inch of your luscious body. After that, I’ll play with all my favourite parts of your body until you beg me to take you. Then we’ll christen this bench in hopes we’ll be back many times in the future for a repeat performance. Look to your left.” Rose turned her head. “I misspoke. You can see how beautiful you are.” There was a mirror on the wall, and she could just see herself in it. Stretched out like an offering. “Keep watching as I take away the barriers of clothing.” He started with his own clothes and stood there like some fertility god